Startled, Illiasriel looked up at the second person she had seen for nearly her entire life, and again her freedom hit her like a kick to the chest. The tears redoubled as she took the girl's hand, rising to her feet with agonizing care. She wasn't standing for more than a second before her atrophied legs again collapsed out from under her, and she fell again.

[Color=Violet]"Forgive me,"[/color] She said in her borrowed accent, [color=violet]"My legs no longer respond to me. I fear it shall take some time for me to remember how to use them"[/color]

The thought sobered her up a bit, and she frowned at the pavement under her legs. [Color=violet]"I am afraid there is much I must now relearn. It is a daunting task to once again live in the light"[/color]

Illiasriel became pensive, trying to grasp that not only was she free again, but she was far out of her time, centuries at least. She had no idea what the world was like now. Perhaps even the best course of action was to follow her rescuer's advice and spend some time learning from this period's history.

Returning from her deliberations, she realized she must be being rude.
[Color=violet]"Ah, forgive me, you must think me terribly rude,"[/color] her grasp of English was progressing swiftly as she talked, though she could already tell she would need to borrow from a native speaker soon to fill in the gaps. [Color=violet]"My name is Iliasriel."[/color]