[ She wants to ask how his world has no animals... But perhaps it's too late for that. She's not here to inquire or dredge up old memories of his own world, perhaps those that are painful.

She's here to help him recall and record what memories he has made here.

And so: ] They're lovely.

[ Pyra smoothly pets the hen just above one of its wings; it seems to take a liking to her warmth. ] ...And look how plump she is; lovely and well loved.

You've cared for her all this time, even though this town has thrown so much at us all...