Agnes: -to Dash- "He...did? I see...even so, I am very much appreciative of any help you provided, miss...?"
-to Ringabel- "...Well, I certainly hope you kept your hands to yourself, Ringabe—"
"Edea!? What..."
-she blinks, now looking more confused than ever- "...did we...did we all end up here?"
Ringabel: -just looks over to Edea, then back to Agnes, then back to Edea- "Why, hello there, my dear! I assume this is the Agnes that you've told me so much about, hm?"
Be kind.Edea: Oh he's probably fine. Back on the farm, sowing crops, drinking, shagging sheep....
Dash: -takes this all in-
-she looks confused as shit, like anyone who doesn't know the injokes of another group of friends-
Mitch: Well, yeah. At least this place has nonviolent life.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Agnes: "Well, yes, but...Tiz—he wouldn't—"
-she shakes her head, rubbing her forehead- "Y-You're right. Forgive me. I...I was simply not prepared to hear such a joke from you, Edea."
-then she looks at Edea curiously, head tilting slightly- "Nor have I heard you call me by anything other than my full name. Has...have you aged more than a few moments since you last saw me? Has there been a discrepancy?"
Ringabel: -sidles over to Dash, his arms folded- "...Believe me, my dear. I am as lost as you are."
-he taps his temple; smirking- "For different reasons, of course."
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Be kind.Ringabel: -to Dash- "Well! It seems you and I have something else in common, my dear! Clearly, we were meant to be."
Agnes: -to Edea- "S-six months...!? And you...remember me remaining there?"
-now she looks even more confused- "There...there appears to have been a discrepancy, but I wonder if it is just of time."
Be kind.Ringabel: -to Dash- "And what else do we have in common, I wonder? Perhaps we should find out! Over a moonlit dinner in the...erm..."
"...romantic, scenic desert, I suppose? I shudder to think of the state of the food after even an hour, especially if it happens to be windy."
Agnes: -to Edea- "B-but, that's...I wouldn't...wait, yours? Do you mean to say that...we are not the same?"
-and indeed she does- "And Edea, you...why do you..."
-her eyes widen, and she looks shocked again- "Did that archduke do something untoward to you?"
Be kind.

Genion: right so anyway, are the locals still chasing us through the desert or have they given up because they think we'll die of dehydration out here?