"Oh, ages and ages." Sarrael smiles, wide and pleasant and a touch conspiratorial. "Tomorrow it'll be an entire two weeks."

She stoops back up to her feet, dusts own hands, where she's been sketching an elabourate series of squiggles into the dirt.

"You're new." It's not a question, though its curiousity is plain. "How's it been treating you? This saving the world?"