I read a good deal about it, you see. In my village. One forms expectations.

[Shes so short that, leaning against the wall as she is her legs don't quite hang off the edge, giving her a prime view of her feet. Her unbound and somewhat normal-shaped feet, that she could now use to walk and- well, she wasn't good at running, but.]

... ALASTAIR took me before I could see the outside in my own world. Maybe the books are more right about that.

[Not... all this.]