...and there she goes, thoughts grinding to a halt as she tries to make sense of it.

"You don't get winter every year," she repeats. Her brows knit. Maybe the translation magic is starting to fail? Hopefully not, that would be terrible. "How... can you have several years of autumn? Full years and it remains forever autumn? You don't mean years where the weather is like autumn all year long?"

Clearly it must be the translation spell, she should have known it would be too good to be true.