[ that cedric is the one who suggests it means ness doesn't discount the idea out of hand for self-indulgence. spend valuable time thinking about what might have been, if vazeiros had ever loved her, if her mother had loved her more, if she had made it to baldur's gate or got waylaid on the way and joined the circus, or something. plenty of things might have happened, but they didn't, and now she's here, and that's all there is to it. no point dwelling. don't get stuck.

don't think about it too hard. no one cares, there's a war on.

but cedric said he wouldn't be asking if he didn't think it mattered, so maybe it does. at least to one person. ]

It's a lot to write down, [ comes slow, wrestling with herself, the warring urge not to say too much and the need for validation. ] But it's not a bad way to... memorialize a life half-lived, I suppose. One-eighth-lived.

[ she'll hit old age here before she'd have been even halfway through her lifespan in faerûn—she hadn't even thought of that yet. ]