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.

I hear the voice of fate, speaking my name in humble supplication…

Hm-hm, may the glory of the Prinzessin bring light to this world.

 I do worry about the well-being of my retinue during my impromptu absence…

Oh, the sun's out— Oh, um... This meteorological transformation is most splendid! Like a felicitous twist of fate in the face of certain doom.