The United Kingdoms Of Auradon

She was quiet another good minute... and then, softly, "How do you do it? ...Keep track of time, I mean? I can count the minutes, the hours... the days. But sooner or later, I always seem to forget. One day, I'll have planted a new sprout. And then before I realize, I'm cutting it back, taking new clippings to sprout them elsewhere. And I remember training it up into its shape... trimming it back for the winter... but it feels like time hasn't passed, except it has."

She peeked back up to her again, frowning a little over this puzzle. "Things I've involved myself with have so often simply... taken as long as they've taken. And I've never been able to keep track of how long that is. Or noticed much, when it passes... and... I think I need it to not do that. At least for a bit, at least while I'm here. Perhaps even when I go back. I understand that the humans have become far busier there; the rate at which things change now is far more swift than the couriers could keep up with before, that I might know by catching up with a guest over dinner... and I don't want to try once more with the goblins, and miss everything while my back is turned again."