"Time," Magnus says. He's a little overcome, by Galahad's words, actually? If he's gonna be here instead of Valhalla, he's so glad he can be here with a good friend like Galahad. The air around them is growing warmer and lighter still, like it's a midsummer afternoon instead of -- to be honest, Magnus still doesn't super understand how the calendar here works, even though he's puzzled over it since it appeared. Autumn though, he's pretty sure. "Because in my time, we wear clocks -- timepieces? -- around our wrists. Well, I don't, but a lot of people do."