Alvador followed Cecilie slowly into the other cabin. It was quite a lot like the one he'd come from, but it appeared that somebody was actually living here. Cecilie offered him some clothing, which he accepted graciously. He realized then that he had been nearly naked the whole time, and he felt humbled by Cecilie's nonchalant acceptance of the fact. He held the clothes there awkwardly, suddenly unsure if he was expected to get dressed there in front of her, and listened to her talk.<br/><br/>He believed Cecilie when she said the place was real. Alvador couldn't remember ever having a dream as vivid as this, though to be fair he was only beginning to recall the one. It was dark, and there was a woods... These woods? Maybe it wasn't a dream after all, but that would have raised more questions. Cecilie tried to offer some explanation for his discomfort, but Alvador became confused when she brought up the subject of magic. As she mentioned it, Alvador recognized that he did feel a distinct sense of discomfort relating to the woods, but he'd just chalked it up to how incredibly immense it was. The trees were the most enormous structures visible, to the point that they blocked out much of the sky all the way down to the horizon. The pitch blackness beyond them was also unsettling, as Alvador had absolutely no idea what could live there. Judging by this woman's armaments, however, he could hazard a guess that there was imminent danger.<br/><br/>Though he was curious about the concept of magic, Alvador was soon distracted by Cecilie's retelling of how he was discovered. Nearly dead? Her words caused him great alarm. He became even more concerned upon learning that he had been discovered near a warzone. Alvador didn't remember anything at all about a war, and he couldn't help but wonder if he'd left anybody behind. It occurred to him that although he seemed to know what war was in essence, he couldn't recall any specific wars he knew about. All of the incomplete information in his head was really frustrating. He sure hoped that as he encountered and identified many smaller things--as he had done with the trees and the grass--he might get some larger chunks of his memory back in the process. When he was certain Cecilie was done speaking, Alvador took the opportunity to learn more.<br/><br/>"Er, I'm sorry," He apologized yet again, "I'm sure I'm being a bother here, but I have so many questions. I don't know what you mean by 'magic'. And I don't know your name."