His melancholy words drew a frown along her lips. Well, in that case, I'm glad you've found me to be good company, she nodded. Siru didn't know what it was that he'd experienced in his past life—nor would she ask, lest she elicited some unwanted memory. Yet the feeling was kindled still, the desire to comfort him, to offer some solace during such an odd time.

For a period, she remained pensive. Silent, eyes set on the horizon still, her reverie was interrupted only by the exhalation that unfolded from his lips and the inquiry which followed. I had, she spoke distantly. It felt like a century had passed since she first washed ashore here. About a day's walk westward. I'd awakened in a lake. A dry chuckle fell from her lips. I thought I'd been waterboarded. Perhaps amusing in hindsight, yet it'd been horrifying at the time; to be entrapped in the maws of a vortex with no way out, no matter how much she tried.

Shaking off the thoughts, she turned once again to face Rhadamanthus, sucking in a quiet breath. No matter. I wasn't harmed by any means, she remarked. That's enough for me.

Have you ventured east from here, yet? She tilted her head with curiosity. That's where I was intending to go next—if nothing is interesting around here, at least. She spoke with a small grin.