Her words struck him. At first they didn't sound at all accurate—he'd never thought she would run to Professor d'Orsay and tattle on them. She wasn't that sort of person. At the same time, he knew he'd they'd gotten into a fight about him trusting her with that information, so she could be remembering something he wasn't. On the other hand, the bit about her rearranging his schedule, the part about their shared dream... he drew a blank. He didn't remember that coming up in their fight, nor any time after that.
Well—except it had. He remembered (if a little cloudily) telling her that healing was stupid. But Merlin.. hadn't she realized he was talking about it for him? Not her, of course, because in her case the dream was perfectly reasonable, but it was stupid for him to pursue it when he didn't know, well, anything required to pursue it. He stared at her blankly as she moved past him, and he didn't follow her. He stared ahead, wondering how disconnected their memories of that day were.
Well—except it had. He remembered (if a little cloudily) telling her that healing was stupid. But Merlin.. hadn't she realized he was talking about it for him? Not her, of course, because in her case the dream was perfectly reasonable, but it was stupid for him to pursue it when he didn't know, well, anything required to pursue it. He stared at her blankly as she moved past him, and he didn't follow her. He stared ahead, wondering how disconnected their memories of that day were.
