[She'd like to spare him all of this. To just let his memory rest with the other ghosts of people who had died to make her dream of a Churchless Fodlan a reality. So for now, she opts to skirt the issue of age and time, instead focusing on the pragmatic, grateful to him for this side of himself.]

I can say with some certainty that we were not brought here by the Church, though I could not say whether or not this is an attack of some sort. This...gateway dream...is to another world where things sometimes do not make sense. It's a world in need of aid, a bleak place, beset by a contagion that taints the land around us. There are safe places, cities where we live, but much of the world is uninhabitable.

[She recalls saying this to Felix as well, a much more aggressive Felix.]

Perhaps we were called here by the world to give that aid. By fate, or chance. Or perhaps we were cast here by a subtle and insidious foe.

[It wasn't like Solon hadn't tried that with the Professor.]

I cannot say specifics, but I do know that it was not the doing of the Church. Rhea does not have that kind of power.