... Five months is a long time. [Styx. But after a moment, her mouth twitched into a soft, joyless smile. A sigh slipping from her lips.] When I first got here, I didn't even what chickens in case I went home. Now look- [A small shrug, gesturing to the cat as she knelt to pet Tater. There were actual chickens outside.] I wonder what will happen to them if I'm not here a year...

[Though she was getting close. It was winter, she'd arrived during the last cold season so... Was it bad that she wasn't sure about going back sometimes? She knew she had to, to help Armin and the others. The world. Even if time was frozen, it felt wrong to enjoy the extra time she'd been granted, but she couldn't just hide away.

It really was cruel.]