He stuck his tongue out at her. The gesture was so sudden, so out of place, and so downright comical considering the events of the last few minutes that she might've laughed if her head didn't hurt so much. Clearly no one had taught this kid any manners. I don't know, it just... Her frown deepened, trying her best to ignore the pulsating behind her eyes long enough to actually form a coherent thought. It felt more real than that. Like memories. Memories that were hazy and disorganized, the details slipping from her fingers the harder she tried to recall them.

Memories she should not have possessed.

Not a vision, she added, somewhat pointedly. Common sense would normally dictate that she really shouldn't be fighting with a child right now — because though he was bigger than her and also a dog, it was clear that he was still just a kid — but her head felt like it had been crammed inside a hydraulic press and her was nose was still bleeding and the questions she had long thought herself done with had just multiplied ad infinitum. Plus he'd started it.

He huffed and her ears went back, but he seemed to have become somewhat less prickly, now. No, she admitted, a little hesitantly. This is the first time. I think. Something pressed at the back of her mind. Something about the stars. It hurt to think about so she didn't. Instead she frowned anew, hearing him speak the name she had given him. Ugh, this felt familiar, too. But the ache it spawned cut deeper than just her head.

Half-siblings, huh? She really didn't have the spoons to unpack all that so soon after her itty bitty little crippling brain blast. She gave a soft grunt of acknowledgement, wiping at her nose with the back of her paw again. It seemed to finally be letting up. Good. She didn't know how much blood she could afford to lose when she was like this and she'd really rather not find out.

How'd you know about those? Visions? Her skin had begun to prickle with the way he was eyeing her and the silence was agonizing. She didn't know how many of her questions, if any, Sverke could answer, but it wouldn't hurt to try. It probably would, actually. Who knows, maybe he was just an imaginative teenager talking out of his ass.

Or maybe he was like her.