(confident) I, Fischl, Prinzessin der Verurteilung, descend upon this land by the call of fate an— Oh, you are also a traveler from another world? Very well, I grant you permission to travel with me.

(realizing, poetic) Oh, the sun's out— *cough* Um... This meteorological transformation is most splendid! Like a felicitous twist of fate in the face of certain doom.

(confident, poetic) If one must reckon time as this world does, I, Fischl, have already seen three thousand winters. Not that the illusory passage of time has any bearing on one such as I, to whom the causality of three thousand universes has been unveiled.