"I am similar to the Ryja you knew, but different. That is okay." She wraps the blankets tight again, trying to preserve warmth. It helps. A little. "We can learn each other, and find that again." She says it with such confidence. Her voice shakes, but that can be marked up as the chill, not any lingering uncertainties.

Certainly not the effects of being kidnapped for a bit more than a week and then eaten. Certainly.