She shakes her head a little dazedly. "Not dreaming."

Remembering. She's almost certain of it now, despite all the madness it entails.

There's a tension still in her shoulders as she releases Säde's hand to press the balls of her own against her eyes. She takes a few moments to breathe before she lowers them, speaks.

"There was a war. Back-- all that time ago. I saw them fighting."

Saw herself fighting, too, but mostly trying to help nonparticipants escape the line of fire. Astraia had seemed to be the more peaceful sort.