[Six months is barely any time at all for much of anything to happen, but already Gilgamesh feels forever changed. Not as a silly girl, but as an ancient figure, and that makes it all the more embarrassing, almost, all the more jarring that such a world could have such an affect upon him in the space of a few blinks.

As for himself, he isn't sure how long it's been. It's ironic he's lost track of time, and it's strange that he's been busy enough to let it happen.]

That's right. It feels longer for human beings, doesn't it? I don't really understand that way of thinking any longer, but...

[Hop, hop, hop, from slick branch to branch. The leaps are great and powerful, but there's no bumpiness for the passenger in his arms. The ride's smooth, even if her rescuer's gone a bit distant.]

I don't really understand their way of thinking, either. Gods, and yet not. Warm, yet cold. How could such a thing ever be?