"It just--" Ilde makes a vague gesture that doesn't really mean anything; it just seems like more should have changed. She knows, intellectually, that she was gone much less time for Baedal than for herself and that doesn't change the fact that she's spent weeks away in an intense situation and the familiarity is in and of itself disorienting. Like stepping back into something she'd come close to convincing herself was gone, and not knowing how exactly to readjust. To fit, again.

...she shuts the taps off, and refocuses on simple things; how much water a bath actually needs if it's going to accommodate two adults, why did she put on a shirt with so many fucking buttons.