'I'm sorry,' says Tayrey softly, but of course it's projection, it's imagining how devastating it would be for her to lose her own past, all the things that matter to her, and imagining how she'd cling to any clue that she found. That she thinks Fever to be the same isn't wholly without logic; her need to escape the ship and go home had seemed to mirror Tayrey's own, with not dissimilar motivations.

She doesn't ask what Fever remembered, but it's a deliberate omission, because if Fever has the space to talk about home and doesn't, Tayrey shouldn't pry. Instead she lightly touches the other woman's arm. 'I'm very glad you survived it. It sounds like something we could have at least tried to fix back home, but it'd be ludicrous to attempt brain surgery here even if we did have someone qualified.'

With a shake of her head, she adds, 'We're all too stubborn to just die. It's brought us this far, yes? We'll find a way through. Do you... do you want to know what happened? Who attacked you, if that's what it was?'