[ Truly Polka's gotten a little used to hers, except when her back aches because she'd bumped her wings or something. She's careful not to jostle Ion when he moves closer, and keeps the parasol stead -- wait, what? ]

Huh? [ Wow, that is -eerie-. Because Polka's last memory is of her own death - or the moments before that death anyway. ] Oh, no no, it's nothing like that. This is... I guess you could say it's another world entirely.