[ Her hand’s surprisingly solid and stable; she’s stronger than she looks, and she easily helps Frieda out of the titan’s neck. It’s fascinating to her, the way she was enveloped in it just seconds ago, and now the flesh that connected them is falling away bloodless, almost like the skin of a fruit easily peeling away. Her first concern is Frieda — and she’s very glad to see she’s alright — but now that they’re out of immediate danger, there’s a little seed of curiosity taking root in her mind. ]

A little — but it’s okay! It’s not your fault, and besides, you did that for both our sakes! Do you think we should cross over to, um, to my side, for a little while?

[ She looks across the border onto her half of the mindscape. They’ve left the golden fields of wheat behind, and now the terrain looks quite similar to Frieda’s half — a thick forest of old trees, mostly pines, spruces, and the like. There is a handful of thin pillars of smoke on the horizon, suggesting the presence of a village or maybe a small town. ]

I think there shouldn’t be any monsters there… And if there are, I can’t imagine they would be very dangerous.