[ she makes a bit of a face over the rock comment, but ultimately just rolls with it. ]

I can't imagine suddenly being two hundred years in the past. [ the magic rock being the cause isn't that unbelievable, she supposes, when she thinks about the sheer number of chaotic magic items at home. ]

Was there a rock back then too, to go back home? I know you said you chose to stay, but... [ the idea of being stuck there is kind of alarming. ]

A ballad? [ she sounds especially curious about that. ] I feel like songs and poems can tell a lot more than people give them credit for sometimes, especially folk tales and oral history. Did you know it before you... time traveled?