"Never thought I'd say so much, about one so young, but... perhaps it's a blessing to let her forget." She gazes at Thistle, her expression sad. "Someday - far in the future for you, though, there will come a time when the dreaming is harder to grasp. The weight of the world grows on each of us over the years, and eventually... the memories fade. It gets harder and harder to remember, until eventually only the presence of a balefire can keep your fae self awake, and at such a time... we go gracefully, each in their own way. Most retire to a quiet life with their mortal families. Some others - well, I won't speak of it now. It's enough to say, that sometimes forgetting is all we can do to carry on."