[ The thing about being thousands of years old is that after a millennia or two, individual centuries go by so quickly that you hardly even notice them... at least, when you're kept busy with paperwork, and stop keeping track of time. Here, the centuries have slowed to a crawl, and each day almost feels like an entire year.

Muriel doesn't dwell on this, though. They just smile at Kim, the forces of optimism still rallying. ]

Oh, that's excellent! You're right, there are hundreds of human and not-human people here, I'm sure that between all of us, we'll figure something out.