[Felicia pauses. What's the easiest way to explain this? She remembers what it felt like when she'd first arrived, to wake up in a strange place with strange people telling her impossible things, and she realizes that there really is no easy way to explain anything. She gives up on maintaining her steady tone of voice, and sounds almost apologetic.]
Nobody is... really from the same place we are, farseer Thirianna. Or the same time.
What is the date, for you, if I might ask? The year will do.