Ah, I see! So sometime around the end of winter, then?

[So Yamato hasn't been in this situation very long either though he appears to have adapted to it much more easily than she is. While Ayumu can certainly see the vulnerabilities that come with forgetting one's life before, she can also see its blessings. Would she be happier in this time without her memories? She thinks she would.]

Oh, I'm a god. The goddess of the hearth, Vesta, apparently. I'm not familiar with her or most foreign gods.

[She chuckles softly.]

I assume she's from the West.