When we had the dream world, it's like we already lived there. During all of that, I never had my true memories. If I had to explain it, I guess like forcing a puzzle piece to fit by chopping away the bits? Or something like that, I dunno. Not like I can remember a whole lot, so if you want me to recite a book of spells or something, not happening.

[All she could remember now were bits and pieces, and all worthless, less she somehow ended up there. And even then, none of it beyond Caster was dedicated to memory. Any magic there she used had been similar to that of her real world counterpart.

At his question, the frown returned, and she nodded.]

Yeah. In that world, there was no Hebijo equivalent, so I was a complete mess. She gave me what no one else ever did in that world. [A hug, comfort, and words few ever dared utter. It felt like she had a proper mom for once.] From there, we just started to bond back in the real world.