And he's still following her. Maybe, this being her dream, there really isn't anything else for him to do… but that doesn't mean she has to like it. She just wants to see her family, she doesn't want a--a bloody audience.

"Something like that. We're in the Woods." She wouldn't call it a memory, if only because this never happened - the Rift made sure she never got to this point, with the giant no longer a threat, and no more pressing matter than relocating her loved ones.

But she also isn't inclined to elaborate. She has no idea how this man wound up in her dream, but she's certain she didn't invite him, and she doesn't owe him a full account of herself just because he happens to be here.