[ And once they settle, she leans against him just as they did before. Comfortable with his presence, she relaxes beside him.

Cloning, though. And taking different forms. She listens carefully, and responds in the same manner. ]

Yet, your soul is not... exactly the same as when you first came into existence. [ What with the god born of his heart being-- intertwined? Taking from him? Something of the sort.

Another thought occurs to her. ] Have you kept your name this entire time the same? [ Names, she has heard, are important-- but just then, yet another thought follows. Quickly, she adds politely: ] You, ah, don't need to answer that, if you are not comfortable.