The coward in her would like to say no, but she can sense something of Steph's relaxing, how confusing everything has to be, how much like a lifeline truth explanation can present itself as. She wilts a little beneath the attention, and presses a rueful smile at the other woman, silent confirmation.

"I'd say it was an accident, but that doesn't mean much. Like a car accident is a collision, people get wrecked, which I guess is what this is, a collision. We're dreaming together, but we're only doing that because of me. I'm not doing very well behind the wheel right now."

She stands up and brushes off her skirt a little, fabric white like a sail. "I know it seems very real, but it isn't. We're meant to be in Baedal, do you remember that?"