Her fingers link together, and she places her chin upon them as she listens, eyes hooded. She comes from place with a lot of rules, but Baedal has so many new ones. "I see. Maybe. Magic's still new." Because whatever she is, whatever her friends are, they weren't magical. Everyone has their own 'normal'. "But if it is just a memory, a dream-- you're very different," she interrupts herself to qualify, allowing a small smile obscures as she wearily rubs her face, "but maybe-- mm. There's a temple, the temple of Hanuel."

She feels a bit silly, talking about gods at all, but she's given it thought. Read about it. "One in Howl Barrow, I think. They could maybe help, if-- I'm not sure I can, the way it kept eating through. But we could both go, if you like."