Eleven flashed him a smile, feeling marginally lighter than when he'd left his own world, burdened by solemn duty.

"Not particularly," he answered, tipping his head, "I remember my house, that I became a priest, practiced Forging, some of my friends.." Though he did wonder about Birony and the time magic she had somehow employed so casually.

He glanced around the courtyard with fondness. "How long has it been, here? So much has happened, and it feels as though that was all so long ago."