Normally Araceli is good at keeping her face from showing how she feels. Learn how to do it before you even really know you're learning how to do it and it comes easy as breathing but she can't right now. So her face crumples hearing those words, breath catching somewhere under her ribs as a hand reaches out. Oh. Maybe she even says that she's not sure. To think about anyone feeling this way is something close to monstrous, to think about everyone else in the dungeons with her, going through that then, struggling through it now?

"Maybe when I can remember," she murmurs when she can because she wants to know. She needs to. To be able to move on from what happened or just to make pieces fit together in the same way that she studies the history, the politics, the geography, and the culture of Thedas. What's one more ugly detail? She thinks to herself and pushes diecinueve out of her head.

Thinking for a moment, she starts to shake her head then stops. "Sometimes, but only if I get hot, or I move too much." The pause is almost embarrassed, because she's still young, has been through something awful but surely she is too old for some things, right? "It's hard to wake up from the nightmares. The sweat gets in."