[Edelgard is a touch reluctant to sit, but does so anyway, settling her cloak beneath her and the axe within easy reach.]

I have been in Geardagas for roughly six months. Autumn, winter, and part of spring thus far. My understanding is that time in Geardagas and time in the worlds this dream connects it to are not the same.

[A novel concept to her, but perhaps familiar to the other?]