"That's right, a lord," she affirmed, mistaking his reaction for disbelief rather than confusion over the title's gender. Either the residents of Wolfsschlucht had never bothered to correct her, or they had simply grown out of touch with the common courtesies of their time or the official translators are going to change her title later, who knows — but Sieglinde did not seem particularly bothered as she continued brushing twigs and dirt off her shoulders.

"Anyway, I already knew that." Her tone was casual, but there was an edge of smugness in it that suggested she vaguely enjoyed knowing things that other people didn't. "I don't know why you don't remember me, but it's not important. Maybe you suffered more memory loss than I thought you did. Is Sebastian with you? He should remember me — he's the one who taught me English."

"I'll visit Aeoli... whatever later. Say, do you have a boat we can get to? I fell overboard mine" — rather atrociously unlucky, to fall overboard a ship and then crash-land on an island — "and I don't think I can get back now. I'll have to try and find them again."