Her head tilts a little as she thinks about Adia's question. She's never heard of someone dreaming with the fallen before, and considering the lack of magic on her world, it doesn't seem possible. "I think they're separate, but... I honestly don't know. There's no magic where I come from that could allow the crossover of dreams." Not that there's much magic at all there, but that's not important right now. From everything she knows, there's no way it could happen. And with her world out of reach... there's no way to ever know for certain.

She nods her agreement with the last statement slowly, drawing one hand back to rest in her lap while the other holds tightly to Adia's. "It's... a lot harder. There's no way to truly honor them, to make sure they get the send off they deserve if there's no... n-no body... There can be no burial or proper service... or... or..." Her breath catches in her chest as she resits the urge to cry again. This is all too real, too painful to properly handle. Why did Steve have to be taken away like that? Why couldn't they just let him go so he could dream wonderful things? Just... why?

When she finally regains her composure, she finds herself all but crushing Adia's hand. Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she loosens her grip and gives Adia the chance to pull away, but she doesn't move anymore than that. Maybe an apology will be enough for possibly hurting her friend? "I'm sorry," she says quickly, her cheeks darkening a bit more. "I didn't... I wasn't paying attention and I... I'm really, truly sorry. Please, forgive me." Apologizing isn't something Amelia does often, but she doesn't want Adia to be upset enough to leave while she still feels like she could fall apart at any moment.