"What are you going to do, complain to the Maker? There's a story that says that's how we got darkspawn..."

"Complain to Eru maybe. Get the Valar to find you somehow - could try dying but it hasn't been much time yet, I should wait longer -"

"...I know it's probably normal to you but I can't help feeling like you probably shouldn't try dying, just in case something goes wrong with the being-made-alive-again part."

"It shouldn't - but here is strange - my, my -" Vocabulary. "My Rúmil is allowed to tell Mandos to make a me, at least from when I left if it isn't saving me from here..."

"...They can make more of you even when you haven't died? Or...?"

"They can. They ask first but my Rúmil is allowed to say yes."

"...who is your Rúmil...?"

"I don't have the word."

"Um, okay... words for people you might say 'my' about..."

Here's a quick lesson on family structures! Father, mother, sister, brother, son, daughter, cousin, aunt, uncle, niece, nephew, husband, wife?

"Husband, he's my husband."

"Okay."

Sigh.

"...so, I was going to teach you the alphabet," he recalls.

"Yes."

He'll do that, then.

She's a quick study.

Huh.

"You're learning this faster than I did."

"Chips can have - things - and mine has things for learning."

"...huh. Okay."

Well, here is an alphabet and now she can write in it and he's sorry about spelling. Spelling in Thedas Common is worth being sorry about.

It's probably not his fault if writing is thousands of years old and people die for no reason here!

It is indeed not his fault. But he's sorry about it anyway.

The day goes by. He teaches her as many words as he can think of. Around noon he stops and eats again, and a little while after dusk he stops and makes camp. Days here seem to be very close to the same length as days on Endorë.

She mentions that - "Days here are the same length as Endorë days."

"...is that weird? Should different worlds all have different days? I don't know how worlds work."

"It's probably a little different but it's close. It's only a bit weird."

"Okay. Oh, I haven't explained time yet—"

Times of day: she knows day, night, morning, and evening, but there's also dawn, dusk, noon, midnight, and afternoon. The day is divided into twenty-four hours, which are each divided into sixty minutes, which are each further divided into sixty seconds, and a second is approximately this long but only people with very expensive clocks can say for sure.

The calendar: there are twelve months in a year, of thirty days each! Their names are Wintermarch, Guardian, Drakonis, Cloudreach, Bloomingide, Justinian, Solace, August, Kingsway, Harvestmere, Firstfall, and Haring. It's currently a few days into Firstfall, which is the first month of winter.