The question made Noah pause, his expression showing slight trouble as if performing calculations.
He had existed in multiple time frames. Had moved to the Earliest Folds before returning to the current era, with eons passing between those transitions. But he hadn't lived those eons…
In totality, his actual age was still measured in dozens of years.
Less than thirty, if he was being precise about subjective experience.
He looked at this member of his Civilization…this being who was millions of years old from her perspective, who had lived through generations of development, and spoke simply.
"I can be considered less than a hundred years old."
Riya's mouth opened in shock, her eyes widening with genuine surprise.
Then she moved toward him, floating closer to examine him with renewed interest, actually sniffing his figure again as she processed this information.
