“I suppose that’s true. The past years have been strange. My people have scattered, and so it’s become more important that we carry our customs and stories with us. Perhaps it would not be strange to see myself as a teacher. At the same time, I have begun to feel a vastness to the world as I’ve traveled through it, and… well, I cannot help but feel so very small as a result. Though a scholar and a farmer are probably equally tiny in the scope of a star, I feel strange calling myself by anything other than the simplest titles. I feel like I have not found my place yet.”

She stiffens, realizing she’s probably oversharing.

“Apologies. I… shouldn’t be speaking so loosely about myself.”