Not really, [ feels a sad admission, but she's not one to lie when it's not needful. ] I keep looking. The technology here is about the same as—as Faerûn, [ not home, anymore, and she's been so careful not to say it, not once, ] the clothes. Magic isn't the same, but we have it too.

But nothing about me is the same. Nothing about elves. I suppose, I wasn't made taller or shorter. I probably weigh the same. But it's as if...

[ she bites her lip, scrubs a hand through her hair as she considers her next words. after a moment, a false-bright voice, pushing down whatever wanted to come next. ]

Sorry. I'm sure this is all a bit much for a random afternoon chat. You're very kind to indulge me.