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She was Elixir. Right. Rue thought that she maybe had known that already, but right now all the background information in her mind was buried beneath a layer of terror.

"Ruenna," she answered. Elixir did not want her to apologize. That would be tricky for Rue-- it seemed that half the words that ever fell from her mouth were apologetic. 

Rue had expected that Elixir would either believe her lie and question her about what she thought she heard, or that Elixir would not believe her but simply go along with the lie out of avoidant politeness. Elixir did neither. She ignored Rue's pitiful lie entirely, which was.. oddly refreshing. She seemed to understand the root of Rue's problem inherently, inquiring immediately about nightmares. Perhaps Elixir would make an understanding confidant. Rue deperately needed one. 

"Not a nightmare, a.. a memory." Rue looked back up after her admission, clearly telling the truth now. "..A memory that I don't want to remember.. but I end up remembering it a lot.. and um.. remembering quite vividly."  Rue wasn't sure how to explain the flashbacks in a way the other woman would understand, but hopefully having a memory didn't sound as pathetic and puppyish to Elixir has having a bad dream.