[She nods as Sunday speaks, an attentive audience - you don't survive long as a performer without being good at reading a crowd, and Guinaifen already has a hunch this guy likes to be listened to. And it's not a bad thing, is it? He's being interesting. Reasonable, even. Even someone like her, someone who was a thorough middle-of-the-road student in all things traditionally scholarly, has heard about Akivili. And their fall, mysterious as it was.

And she met the Nameless, and there's a second question that itches, burns on her tongue: like the Astral Express, right? Even if Akivili was thoroughly dead, that doesn't mean that others still don't chase those silver rails. And Guinaifen's about to shove her foot in her mouth by accident, and ask, and then Sunday apologies and whoosh! There goes that train of thought.]

Nah. [Guinaifen can say that with confidence, a little apologetically.] My entire life's been dissonance, so a little more won't hurt. Besides, there's nothing to apologize for! And sure, you might meant it as a hypothetical, but the more I'm thinking about it- it's one thing if people know about the aeons and just choose to ignore them, and it's another if nobody knows about any of them at all. The Reignbow Arbiter might be pretty single minded, but some of the others aren't. You'd think one of them would've gotten to here by now.

[It's weird.] But I'm probably overthinking it- I told you a little more dissonance wouldn't hurt as I got plenty on my own.