She still feels a bit off from either the vision or the hit to the head; oversensitive and disjointed. Ardbert's solid weight acts as a wonderful anchor for her as she settles back into her skin, and his words...

"...Gods, what a sap you are," Era intones, placing a hand atop his head. "Sappy and sweet, like syrup."

She makes no move to stroke her fingers through his hair, not entirely confident she'd be able to do so without accidentally hurting him. Eventually she pipes up again:

"If we know one trigger for the Echo, do you think it possible to project memories to each other?"