There's quite a difference between "few" and "many," and I wouldn't have asked if it didn't matter. [ Though she can be anxious, she typically didn't say things she didn't mean. Not even when they're blurted out awkwardly. And this wasn't business, there was no obligation to ask about things she didn't care to hear about. ] I'd only just saw you before I arrived. I'm not... sure I understand how it can be months.

[ It's a thought that makes her more than anxious. Lost time is a very real thing and something she's still touchy about. Having your best friends and family right beside you for most of your life without knowing or recalling it is something that still sticks with her. It's easier to move on now that she has those things, but the pain of remembering it all and her loneliness and being adopted then... being returned. It can be overwhelming.

She tries not to let the way her mind is running be visible on her expression, but it twists, slightly, behind her glasses. Her smile is a little more pointed. ]

So do you.