"Here?" she asked, somewhat amused by the question. She shook her head. "Not very much, I'm afraid. Not yet."

When she woke up here, she was confused, conflicted. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to be doing, but she knew it was something, and something important. With no direction, however, she'd resigned herself to staying with Nyx and doing what she could to show her appreciation for his help. It was all she really had, then. She felt better now, though—her memories were still coming back to her, but at least now, she felt like she had some kind of foundation to work with. Soon, she would be able to do more. She would make sure of that.

For now, though...

"But if you don't mind, I should like to come visit you again. If you intend to stay here, that is."