Running, falling apart... Ren could wager a guess against what she might mean. Slowly, he got back up to his feet again, and turned, easing himself down onto her cot, being sure to still give her enough space.

"When I first arrived in this place, it was April. Now it's January. But... when I left home, well— it was December, then."

He's frowning a little, wishing there was a way he could make it somehow sound less confusing.