[Al's idly playing with the ruffles on his sleeves. He's been relegated to
something in dark forest green, gold and white. His hair has grown by now, enough that he's tied it back with a green ribbon to match.
There are a few white flowers in his hands, twisted into a wreath, some of the extras he made for his mother earlier.
He seems thoughtful, introspective, and somehow subdued.]
I've been... wondering, lately. Just how long has everyone been here now?
Do you still want to go home?