"You make me feel remarkably childish the way you say that. Another planet, being separated for 800 years." She flicks her fingers at him, her nose scrunching a little. "I feel quite sheltered in comparison."

But not so put out that it drives her curiosity from her. "Do you prefer it here, or there? Is that why you are no longer a scholar?" One question at a time was probably more sensible, but not thought of when she's avid with it. Her focus ever a singular thing, no different from when she'd sat in her armour in his office to now after a meal in the comfort of his home. Her gaze is direct, it never leaves his eyes. Watching him, like she could not look at anyone else but him.