It's... strange. Not being stared at or subject to a barrage of disbelief or what are you! type statements. She also feels restless just standing here. Vögelein should be hovering at head height or above, circling, always moving, always able to jerk away if she's reached for. Is this how it just feels for people? Like they're so soft and heavy and pinned to the ground? She's seen them in motion, they don't act oppressed by gravity except when they're old, or sick, or that sort of thing.

"You're sure? It looks severe." She is not dependent on this stranger, she reminds herself, if he dies in front of her it's not going to throw her life into chaos. Further into chaos. What a callous thought to have... But Jakob just succumbed at last to his age and long illness, and she hasn't had the time or chance to process how she feels before ending up, somehow, here and without the time pressing on her. "Let me see."

She has a faint German accent. The coherence is improving, she's not used to having a tongue and needing to use wet fleshy anatomy to speak.