[There’s a moment when Sieglinde almost puffs up in defense, ready to toss her head and huff, but... in retrospect, she supposed that... is a very peculiar concept to those who followed the Roman calendar or something similar. She ought be more understanding about such a possibility, particularly with all the newer recruits.

The duties of seniority were terribly heavy.]

It is rather difficult at times to estimate the night of the full snow moon in my own world and year when one has been to as many worlds as I have, you know.

[Okay, it still comes out a bit know-it-all-ish despite best efforts, but... Sieglinde tears her gaze from the moon to properly regard her companion, smoothing out her kimono.]