[ Trahearne simply observes Beat, trying to process what he's saying. He hums, having a feeling something is not quite connecting.

He looks away again. ]

I have only been in Songerein for a year and a bit; I awoke here upon the moment of my death.

[ That feels so long ago now. ]

Yet my brother informed me that it has been nearly eight years since that moment for him.

[ He could understand Tyria experiencing another year, as he did, but that did not seem to be the case at all. Either time moves much more slowly here, or Songerein exists in a space separated in time.

He turns to look at Beat again. ]

Did your friend express the same when you found him?