"Is that what they are called here?" she asked, turning the word over in her mind. Constellation. It was a pretty word for a pretty thing, and she very much loved the stars so it was fun to learn something new. "They are the ones most know," Amberle replied. "I have spent many nights looking up at the sky, trying to imagine what the past looked like. Now that I know, I find myself longing for the stars of my time."
It was a conundrum certainly, since returning home meant losing herself. "Is this borrowed time for you as well?"