When she remembers, she'll figure out how to tell it all. Even the parts that sting - because Tayrey deserves that honesty, to know what occurred afterwards. To know that even in the face of someone who didn't deserve any of the courtesy the lieutenant would have brought, that they had still fought to be unshackled. That her spirit had still lingered in their minds. But mixed up and hazy as she is, she won't fight to tell it now.

"No kidding. I think I spent a half hour just walking around to enjoy being on solid ground again. Everything in my eyes is so utterly welcome."

There are those that haven't fallen into her view yet - those that she will remain hopeful to see again, or at least that they have some sort of peace - but sorrow is an old friend, and liberty is newer, and there will be time when she lays her head down at night to contemplate that.

"Have you eaten? Everything's fresh, and no one's standing on ceremony about it. I have, but I don't mind waiting for you."