"Alien? Well, it is certainly strange I'll grant that." After a moment, Madeline amends that statement. "Well, to me at least. Does it ever stop feeling like that?" She asks curiously. The city was so...everything, it was still somewhat difficult not to feel overwhelmed by it all. Hopefully she'd start to adapt.

Byleth is onto something. "I'm not sure what there is that I could bring back." She admits. Her training as a knight was thorough, because her teacher had been the best, but it lacked a lot of the higher skills that would be needed to translate those innovations to a place like Elyos. "But then again, there are others here who would be better suited for it." The Divine Dragon, Prince Fogado, Veyle...Lord Rafal.

Folding her arms over her chest (there's still plenty of daylight and the farm isn't going anywhere; she's enjoying the conversation), Madeline looks over at Byleth. "What's your world like, if I may ask?" The Emblems had sometimes talked about the worlds they had originated from, but usually only in response to something or someone reminding them of home. Perhaps that was to be expected because of simple homesickness. But Byleth, the original, living deal, probably didn't have those concerns.