He'll know someday, her Amani self would say. (Maybe she'll even actually pop in briefly for a visit to this timeline at another point.)

The woman gives a small hiss and then relieved sigh at the poison pulled from her body. Despite what still seeps into her skin, it'll be less than before at least. Manageable, eventually, and maybe she won't feel like the world is spinning constantly. "So far, I think," she agrees, about her and Demora.

"She's not too talkative, but speaks up when it matters." Or, at least, that's what Rosie has gathered from the moments she's chosen to be more of a presence. "She tried to tell me not to keep ignoring this, actually- And look at where that got me." They both seemed to struggle though to a degree with taking things on their own so the frustration on her dragon-soul's side felt more sympathetic than anything. She knows.