[He is not eating. But... she can't stop now. She's not actually starving, despite what he'd caught her doing. She's been eating, it's just... nothing has sated her. She'd exhausted what little coin she'd had, she'd resorted to hunting, she'd resorted to not even waiting to cook, but.

She also can't wait on him. She tries to pace herself, to at least take smaller bites, but half of the half of sandwich is gone already, even as she tries to keep her mind from hyperfocusing on the sliced meat and how it tasted on her tongue and instead think about "it". The bead, the ith... il... the Iliachtida. The bead the Tribune had placed in her palm when she had spoken with him at the tree of life.]

I saw...

[She doesn't want to share it. She doesn't want to tell anyone what she saw, but... this man, whether she'd wanted him to or not... He had seen things already. So perhaps she can admit-]

The last day I remember, but not... not just the things I saw with my own eyes.

[She says it like that because... of course she had not trusted it. Her first thought was that he must be stealing memories from her head and just trying to fool her, just plucking them out and passing them off as a glimpse into her world-]

It knew things it should not. It has to be real.

[But despite how she says that, her knuckles tight on the sandwich... She is here, not having cast her lot in with Meridian. She says it, but... perhaps a part of her still can't believe it, no matter how desperately she wants to. She doesn't understand magic. She doesn't know what it's capable of.

Could it be a false vision, despite all the things she'd seen in it?]