“I’m… a lot younger and a lot older than you think,” she answered. “I was only born a week before you met me. But… I have memories that are older.” She pointed with her wing across the fire, at her older sister. “She has the same memories. Until the moment we were both born. Then I went off, lived with you, you took me in… made me different. I’m the oldest one here, actually… except for you.”