After the attack by the Empire, a war that lasted for five years was hardly a surprise. It was much more difficult to wrap her head around the idea of coming from different times... but the physical evidence was before her in the form of Ferdinand himself. It was impossible to deny that the kind of changes he'd undergone could not have simply happened overnight.

Rather than focus on either of those, however, Manuela returned her attention to her present circumstances, reminded of them by the bright crimson coloration of Ferdinand's cheeks. "Those... creatures took my clothing, and as soon as I finally found a new outfit, it disappeared. Is there somewhere I can get clothes that will actually stay?"