[His words of concerned reminder, which is how she chooses to interpret them, do not go unheeded. Rhea makes a note to perhaps see if there is a way to make something similar to her normal apparel, perhaps just a touch heavier to host her in the cold. He's right, after all. She suspects she has caused him and the others from Fódlan more than a little duress in her absence.

Rhea's attention turns onto his new line of questioning.]

It may sound a little silly for me to say, yet when I heard about the ruins, I thought a little of the Holy Tomb. I had thought coming to pay visit might have allowed me in finding a feeling similar to our homeland.

[In short, Rhea has been looking for something familiar. Something to stabilise herself in an otherwise uncertain world. True solitude is a feeling unfamiliar to her. She has had Seteth and Flayn for longer than most others would know and before them, there were others. And once, there were her brethren. A Rhea on her own does not necessarily know how to proceed on this pathway without the company of those she trusts.]

It sounds as though you and... Kent— [She turns her attention back onto his munna with a fond look.] —are close. You claim it has been over a year since you have come to this place. How long have you been here, Dimitri?