[That one teenaged boy she'd met on the forest side had mentioned some of this, but it's good to hear it again, in more detail, and now that she's in a better frame of mind to actually process it and what it might mean.]

Xion.

[She sighs, accepting the offered rations and turning them over in her hands.]

Nothing that it sounds like they didn't tell you already. They don't know who brought us here, they want to help us find whoever did. Our worlds are stuck without us.

[She rattles off the list with an old familiarity. The only new thing is the Storyteller being forthright about the possibility that they may never get home.]