[She settled herself in, only a fraction more dainty in her approach to the food. A taste told her that they would not be in horrendous agony at least next, so she could be a little less careful for the moment, but only for the moment. The name of cities told her all that she needed. He was from some other world. She knew, distantly, that they existed. Her own sword was not from her world or life, so why couldn't there be others?

But, for the moment, she would work with the situation, figuring it out a step at a time.]

It seems that we are both quite far from home, so the travels do tend to continue I suppose. Whenever will there be a rest in the constant of travel, I wonder?