[How strange it would be, if these so-called Kenoma did this for enjoyment. It wasn't as if she was completely ignorant to the concept. Humans were ruled by their emotions, sometimes to the point of ruin and waste, but in this instance... it seemed especially pointless.]

... I suppose they wouldn't have many people willing to drink otherwise.

[Even if they believed in the cause... it was a bit more painful than most people were willing to endure for a run-of-the-mill initiation ritual. Or perhaps... that had just been because she had fought it. "She". The foolishness of a Regressor had fought it. The woman she had been a few minutes ago, and yet could not begin to understand now even if she bothered to look back on it.

Obediently, she shifts her hand slightly to allow him to access her remaining finger a bit easier. There was no reason to keep information like that a secret, so-]

I dreamed, yes.

[Something she likely wouldn't do again, now that her Contract had stabilized. But it was useful enough to use for now, until she had a better idea of the workings of this place... the ruse of a woman who knew what dreaming was like.]

I don't remember much... But there were silhouettes of people... and a light. A warm light.