[ She can hear him sitting down, although she doesn't look over her shoulder again to see how he's sitting there, so she doesn't know he's not even looking at her right now. She's still too half-sunken away in her own thoughts either way. ]

Yeah. [ Her reply comes a little softly, half-muffled against her legs before she raises her head a little again to look into the distance. ] He's from the same point in time as that witch is, it seems. So he doesn't know who I am. And.. [ ... ] I don't want to tell him either.

[ Normally she wouldn't say this much, she wouldn't admit to feeling bad, instead saying she's fine, but.. she can tell him. She knows that. ]

It'll just mess up things back home, timelines or whatever. So even if he'll be here without knowing I'm his sister.. that's fine.