"Technically. Sort of. I dunno." He shrugs. She hasn't changed, not outwardly, and he knows the precise angle and degree at which Neil would roll his eyes, but being near her does feel different now. He remembers it being this way with Eostre, looking at her and marveling at how such a thing could even be.

She was always special. Now she's special in a whole new way.

"Part of me was one age in the Realm, the part of me that died on the island was older than that, and then I got these... flashes of memory..." He shakes his head, smiling slightly. "I know this is fucking cliche, but age is just a number."