He flashed his teeth at her and she frowned, half tempted to roll her eyes but the... feeling (force?) was already fading, nearly as quick as it had reared it's savage head in the first place, and she managed to keep her composure. Whatever. ...Yeah, okay. She could work with that. Probably.

At least he didn't seem so inclined to pitch a fit or put up a fight when she asked about himself. She watched him fidget and pace as he described his visions — memories, or delusions, maybe — her brow furrowing in thought as he went on. It didn't sound like some kid just parroting a story, though admittedly she didn't have much experience on that front. Maybe he really was like her. Was that okay? To believe that? To hope?

And his words... They tickled at something deep in the recesses of her mind that had her stomach churning with the threat of another fit. A chariot, bright like the sun. A beast that chases and consumes it. It was familiar. Not as intensely had her own visions had been, but more like... the memory of a memory.

Then it clicked, and her eyes widened, her mouth forming an enlightened O. Like Hati and Skӧll.