"We all knew who we were," she said. At least, she'd never once forgotten. Others had gone through occasional periods of confusion. But Ariadne's sense of self was, if anything, stronger than before. That happened when you were removed from everything you knew.

And she'd been removed twice.

...three times? She still wasn't sure if Trench was a continuation or a new beginning, most of the time.

When the tea kettle screamed, she snatched up a rag and wrapped it around her hand, carefully pouring out the hot water into the cups. The whole room started to smell of green pear and rose.

"Was it different for you?"