[It's impossible for any of the hosts to interact with the Flame. But in that moment, his echo seems to respond to an echo of memory in her mind, something that she both didn't know before but somehow knows now. Having the Flame isn't entirely unlike being a host; the difference is that it only interacts with her, never reaching out to others.

Her understanding is swift for that reason. Becca was a genius when it came to all neural pathways. Of course that knowledge would lie dormant in her mind, waiting. Hearing his words, hearing that echo—it really ensures that she can understand. There's no point in being ignorant, not anymore.]

It's possible that whatever's occurred might be gone already. I've never tested how quickly we heal when we don't ... expend ourselves. [Implying that she's tested otherwise.

Just the same, she tilts her head back. Her eyes are wide for him to investigate. There's a swimming sensation that leads to a churning in her stomach.

She says nothing, but she believes she has some of the answer already.]