[that makes Cecelia's brow furrow.]

Time passed for you? Or...the illusion of time, anyway, seeing as the whole conceit of our situation is that all other worlds are frozen.

[Morgan had told her about a very viable theory on their statuses here...that they're not the true originals of themselves. just facsimiles. but why would that justify any remembrance of time passing from one instance of Avalon to another?]