Despite his often glib answers, there is no quick answer then. He waits, letting the piercing whistle of the kettle. He poured he water over the ball of flowers and herbs, and then brought it over to steep.

"I felt that way every single day I was on Earth for nearly ten years. Except then I knew it had all gone wrong and I had lost everything, so I guess that isn't without a why," he said, sitting down across from her. "Could it just be... I don't know, indigestion? Restlessness?"

He paused, considering that seriously because it was coming from l'seth. "Have you talked to the agents?"