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Dawn tells Steve three things that are true. One, is that she's from a place far, far away. Two, is that her name is Dawn. Three, is that she's 25-years-old.
Everything else is a lie.
There's not much else he needs to know. They don't really even talk much anymore; their time is filled with mining resources and avoiding creepers.
Dawn came here for a simpler life, and it is. Even the ghasts of the Nether aren't too much trouble, and if you die, you always spawn again. It's nicer that way.