"No," says Asmodia, just as Yhohm says, "Yes."

"Maybe," she admits after a moment's staring contest against her not-familiar while the guinea pig on her shoulder quietly chews on the seam of her shirt. "It was -- I dreamed I was there, like I'm dreaming I'm with you people now."

Yhohm steps around Angus's great head, investigating his floppy ears and shaggy fur. It's bothering him how he can't see the dog's eyes, so he carefully stretches up to try rearranging the fur of his brow. "We thought it was a dream, at least," he says. "Once we came home. But if it's happening again...."