"You mean besides basically everyone in all of history?  I suppose not."

"I didn't actually know what proportion wound up in there at any given time rather than being smaller clouds!"

"That's fair.  And it's true that plenty of the more recently dead, who are more likely to be relevant specifically to you,  aren't joined up yet.  But most of those older than a strong year and everyone over a cubennium is in it."

"A strong year? A cubennium?"

"What, don't you have those even adjusted for the differences in the rest of the time system? A strong year spans as many years as there are days in a year, so two fifty-six for us and I'd expect three sixty-five and a quarter for you folks - I suppose I can see why one wouldn't have a unit of time that large which doesn't last an integer of years - and okay, looks like you have millenniums; that's strange because we also have those but they're kind of an awkward phrasing which Rome is trying to make catch on as part of their humanist cultural aspirations.  I would have expected you to still say 'cubennium' and just have it mean ten to the third instead of eight."

"And yet we do not do either of these things! How long is a local millennium?"

"A thousand local years.  Which is a tidy segue into the fact that I have several more answers to 'how goes' and one of them is that after having looked at a lot of pictures and books on baby development, I think humans here and in your universe each age at the same rate relative to our respective years.  Our eight year olds and our sixty-four year olds look the same as yours even though the time they've lived is shorter.  Pregnancy is the exception; ours last nearly exactly one of our years."

"...huh, that's weird and I have no explanation for it."

"Given the differences in genetics, lung quality, and, apparently, heart placement, it doesn't seem too surprising that there would be other differences as well."

"It's still weird that it would match up to the numerical year count - heart placement, goodness. Where do you keep your hearts?"

"About here."  Felicity performs the gesture which is usually more metaphorically associated with putting one's hand over their heart.

"Wonder if that interacts with the lung issue. Well, good to know if I need to doctor anybody, though really I should avoid having to if at all possible."

"That seems wise.  Going back to large time units, my initial findings are somewhat unclear on whether you have ages?"

"...my age is a hundred and seventy-two?"

"I mean as in - plausibly you don't call them astrological ages and plausibly they aren't exactly 2048 years long?  But that general shape of thing.  We started with the age of Gemini, had the age of Cancer, and are currently in the nightfall of the age of Leo; presumably you've had a lot more of them if you have them at all."

"We don't have those. Or, I'm not sure that astrologically inclined people back home don't call something that, but it's not a significant thing."

"Hm!  - Would it be rude to request you put the coat back on?"

"Not really, I don't expect to need to take off suddenly. Why?" Coat back on.

"Some of my components are from cultures with fairly strict modesty norms, summer solqs are all completely monosexual but not all in the same direction and stars don't experience attraction so I didn't have a chance to get my heads sorted out about that ahead of time, and although I absolutely do not expect this to be a problem in the long term, it's the only aspect of the overwhelmingness of being newly embodied which is conveniently lessenable."

"Gotcha."

"Was that alright to say?  I apologize if not; I really don't have any useful intuitions around this sort of thing anymore."

"I don't mind personally but could see it being awkward if it comes up with other people?"

"It won't," she assures him earnestly.

He's not gonna try to unpack that at this time. He's gonna go collect and pet Cricket. What is next on his to-do list.

Information gathering!  One of the Felicities follows him curiously, apparently unaware of any awkwardness.

" - Because I expect it to not be even a small issue for very long!" she realizes.  "And furthermore don't expect to encounter very many shirtless people in this geographic region in October.  And would be loath to ask something like that of anyone at all under nearly all circumstances.  . . . Not that - you seem very admirable.  But pursuing anything in that general direction seems extremely ill-advised for the foreseeable future, for reasons of accidental norm-setting if nothing else.  And I'm married.  To myself.  Twice."