[ When she sets that cake down in front of him, he can't help having a flash of that same memory, perhaps because it was meaningful to both of them. He hasn't entirely reconciled it yet — those moments held so close, that felt so real, but weren't. It was all a dream, but it wasn't. The feelings linger, even...physical markings. He still has the ability to conjure the planets in the palm of his hand, for instance.

It doesn't make letting go of what happened any easier when they bear remnants even now.

He has nothing but a smile for her, though, as she slides that cake close to him, and he's quick to take a very large bite, humming as he chews and puffs out his cheeks a bit. As he hasn't entirely swallowed, he simply shakes his head, wiping his mouth, taking a sip of coffee, and finally answering — ]

Not entirely, no, I'm sorry to say. I wish I had a better answer, trust me. Myself and others have continued to give blood to the doctors there so they can study why Summoned seem to remain immune. People have died, families separated, it's...this is better. This time with you.