She nudges Remi with her fingertips, allowing the kitten to bat and gnaw upon them gently as Anders tells his tale. Some of what Detlef had told her makes more sense filtered through the light of Anders' identity, his experiences. Running for seven times- a few attempted to flee the spire, she knew. What became of them remained a mystery. Murmurs abound, of course but-

No one ever learned the truth. No one thought to ask.

There's something admirable in that futile determination, really. Not much of something but something none the less.

"And...what would the long version be?" They have time, and tea. Why not hear it?