"That is not comforting," Milan said.
"It's realistic," Jolthar replied.
Nora ran a hand over her face.
"Shouldn't there be more drama? More… existential crisis?"
"Oh, I had that phase," Milan said.
Milan added, "I even punched a priest when I was young, asking him for answers to get back to my world."
"It was an exploratory gesture," Jolthar said.
Jolthar cleared his throat.
"The point is, panic is temporary. Survival is permanent."
Milan shook his head.
"You are disturbingly adjusted."
Jolthar gave him a look. "You were slapping your own face ten minutes ago."
"That was stress management!"
Nora looked between them, her internal screaming apparently intensifying.
"Alright," she said finally, steadying herself.
"Let's assume there are others like you."
She met Jolthar's eyes.
"Are there any more like us in the capital?"
Jolthar's playful tone faded just a fraction.
