[ It hasn't occurred to her yet that these realms may play the same weird spin-off time anomaly shit that plagues their own. "How naive of me," she thinks to herself. Unlike before where she took a pause to reply to him, she continues down the stairs with her tiny steps. Her grip on her chalice tightens with ever second. Luckily, it doesn't snap or anything. ]

I see. [ What is she supposed to say? Gilgamesh made quite a mess during the war she remembers last. She's not fond of the Golden King. He's still ever grating, but she does know that the two, the one here and the one home, had different aims. It explains a lot of things, yet at the same time brings about more questions. To be honest, she has never thought about Gilgamesh this much in her life before. Well, it's more about what possible consequences may come with ~knowledge~.

How much should she disclose? She's not sure yet. Looking down at her golden cup, it's as if she's looking for answers in the water. ]

Then we are of different times. [ There's so many things that can set off a horrible reaction, so this shall suffice. She has to think this topic over. They finally reach the bottom of the tower. Their rat and bird escapade is coming to an end. ] Perhaps we can talk about this in the future... Once the fort is completely restored and the upcoming battle is won.