The sun. It was dim, only faintly there, but still brighter than anything Re-l remembered from her dreams.

"Not used to it," she said, and part of her couldn't help adding, with more than a little sarcasm, "I suppose it was all that time in the cave."

She took another look at her walking companion, and noticed that the woman had the whitest skin she'd seen in years. Maybe ever. Paler than her own colour, which was colourless enough. Pale enough to be albino, if the dark hair didn't contradict that.

"Does it bother you? Are you allergic?"

Once Re-l had a problem in mind, nothing would make her let go of it. That hadn't changed from one world to another, and likely it never would.