Octavia's fingers pushed further into Duke's hair. She was watching his face, taking in the details. The details where his face wore his stress.

"You know, we didn't see Praimfaya sweep over Polis, when it hit," she said in a low, mild rasp, after a moment. "We just heard the city falling apart above us. And even before I found out the tower had crashed on top of our only exit, I would have... so many dreams about just the sound."

Well, they'd been nightmares, at first. But not always. She knew not to refer to that directly right now, though.

"Sometimes, I would wake up and I would be convinced it was happening again. Like I'd just heard it for real."

And that was without any outside help, like his red sky.