Thank goodness that he takes it in stride, because Pyrrha wasn't slowing down for anybody. She was locked into a route where all she can do is throw out about a years worth of plot without a filter. Thank goodness he's nodding along.

"I know! But she's fine- I mean, we're fine! It's... fine?" She eyes her glass briefly, looking for the words. "When I got here, she was sad, I think. She was here for a month, I can't imagine how that feels, it was like forever! She helped kill a god without me."