[ He obliges her with minimal complaint. Being up and about and doing things is rarely a pleasant ordeal unless he's found something worth studying, which is not the case here, but after so many repeated disturbances he is too grateful for the promise of better privacy to do much more than accompany Dorothea with one of his bemused half-frowns. His gears are already turning at the wealth of information wrapped up in just what little bit she's said so far. ]

[ Marianne is alive? And what's this about him being...mm...the wrong Linhardt, if he's to understand it correctly? He has at least been introduced to things, but clearly there is still much yet to learn. He may not be smiling at this new puzzle, but with the curiosity burning in him he may as well be. ]

I'm not sure I've heard of it, so I suppose not. But I've also never heard you refer to me like that. Are there...other Linhardts in this "simulation"?

[ The prospect is...hmm. No, he's not really sure how he feels, actually. He'd never really entertained the idea at all before. ]