"Ah... Fimbulvetr, you must be an accomplished wielder of anima magic. Myself, I would be satisfied with a simple Flux tome."

Knoll bows his head for a moment, and then goes quiet for a time- as Corrin's thoughts turn to home and she runs through her sword practice, his own thoughts are turning to similar topics. The great evil plaguing their land may have been defeated, but there was so much work to be done to rebuild Grado, so much that must be done before...

"Mm. Yes, we must hope that we are not here by random happenstance. If we are here for a purpose, perhaps we will be returned home once we have fulfilled it."