[Her hand lights in his, a gentle tether in the uncertain void they've entered. She looks more at ease now. Grounded.]

I think I remember a little about it. [More high tech trumpery her medieval brain can scarcely comprehend. But it had been something impressive, as magical in scope as the Eudora's wonders had been.] I suppose it's not just technology anymore. I mean, you call it "arcane". That's very mystical.

[Nothing of the metal and wires variety would produce an effect like this.

She flushes some as he comments on her own version of infinity. Most people didn't understand when she tried to explain, or maybe didn't quite believe her. It sounds absurd, until you're living that truth.]

Same here. You've lived many lives, it seems. Do you remember any of it?