[ Straightening her clothes Era realizes her error a few moments too late to really do anything about it - that it is mid-winter and she forgot to grab her coat before jumping out the window. It's in her inventory somewhere of course, but the cold has already begun to turn her bared skin uncomfortably red, her fingers stiff, and her scales itchy.
Wordlessly Era begins pulling the long, woolen jacket out from what seems to be a fold in her skirt and quickly bundles herself up before bothering to answer her beloved, obnoxious friend. ]
There has been no set time frame, though I believe it will be at the very most less than a handful of years. [ Which makes her realize she forgot something else important -- ] When you return to Eorzea you return to the moment you left, so regardless of how long it takes the lost time will be given back to us.
[ She moves to stand a more companionable distance away from Estinien, less because she missed his prickly self and more because his body mass shields her from the bitter wind. ]
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Wordlessly Era begins pulling the long, woolen jacket out from what seems to be a fold in her skirt and quickly bundles herself up before bothering to answer her beloved, obnoxious friend. ]
There has been no set time frame, though I believe it will be at the very most less than a handful of years. [ Which makes her realize she forgot something else important -- ] When you return to Eorzea you return to the moment you left, so regardless of how long it takes the lost time will be given back to us.
[ She moves to stand a more companionable distance away from Estinien, less because she missed his prickly self and more because his body mass shields her from the bitter wind. ]