“I’m... okay, I guess.” Ilda pokes at one of the hats that’s caught her fancy, but she’s not really paying that much attention to it, thinking over Pepper’s question. “The city’s huge, but I like it. There’s so much to see and explore and there’s all sorts of people everywhere! It’s like having that massive Festival back home on a daily basis, instead of yearly.”

Then her smile turns sheepish as she admits, “But I don’t really get why we’re here. Or how we got here. And there was this guy who sent pictures of himself in a suit of metal armor, and he said that we can’t go home...”

It’s been much easier for her to think that she got caught in a storm and washed adrift, but every day she sees something that reminds her that she’s somewhere else entirely, and she’s not sure how long she can keep lying to herself.