Oh good grief. Temel watches the poor girl go through her momentary crisis, patiently waiting for it to be at least half over.

"I have told you, repeatedly," she notes, sighing, "That this is quite permanent. In fact, you should hope yourself that it stays that way. It's quite nice here." Certainly nicer than wherever the peoples always vanish off too when it's time to leave for whatever reason, she's certain.

As it is. "You might as well consider it a permanent vacation- there are no 'studies' and 'exams'!"