"Grima?" she asked, tilting her head, but then she shook it. No, that could wait for later; she shouldn't find out what might be and what could be, when she needed to concern herself with what was. His question was a very good one, though, and that made her think. Even if she felt distracted, for a moment. Something about that name.

Grima...

Her expression grew distant, but then lost it, and she smiled. Despite knowing him for all of a minute, she had to be proud of him: he found a likely explanation for this quandary! That's her boy. "Yeah!" she said. "I think that must be it. If it can break the space between worlds, there's no reason that whatever is happening can't break the flow of time, too. We know that's possible, too, because of what you mentioned before."

She tapped a finger against her chin. "Very good! You reasoned that out--oh!" Her grin turned into a sheepish smile. "I'm sorry, but I don't know--the lack of memory thing, you see--ah, what's your name, son?"