That brief glimpse of Manuela's ample curves, unintentional though it was, made Ferdinand's cheeks burn all over again. Goddess, how had she not been swept off of her feet by some lucky man by now? Sure, she had a reputation for drinking too much and not having the cleanest living quarters, but those seemed like paltry concerns when one took into account everything else about her.

But now wasn't the time for him to dwell on the desires of some lovestruck youth. She wanted an explanation, and even if he didn't know all of the details himself, he could at least try.

"I do not know all the particulars of it myself, but time works a bit differently in this place," he began, turning his gaze away so that she could at least be spared from his wandering eyes. "Some of us from Fódlan remember an entirely different sequence of events from others, and some of us have been taken from entirely different points in time as well. I was taken from after the end of the war that ravaged the land for five years... and it would seem you have arrived here from before it even really started."

He was sure she would have more questions, but that was already a lot for her to decompress. He didn't want to overwhelm her with information. For all he knew, she would be horrified just to hear about the very existence of a war.