[Accepting the cards and beginning to shuffle them, Devola quickly becomes lost in thought. Prospero's brought many questions, both new ones and questions that have gone unnoticed for a very, very long time.

Still, there's one question that never really goes away. Both imminently pressing, and something that feels like it shouldn't be rushed. Her mind settles on it quietly as she finishes shuffling the deck, gingerly returning the cards to Eater.]

...Probably a pretty common question, when I think about it. There's so much stuff I've left halfway finished back home; why am I here in Prospero instead of back there? Is there a reason for it? Am I supposed to be doing something in particular here?