"Last month." Saying that is...hard. Harder than she expects in all honesty now that she has her mind back with the lyrium gone from it as she gives a tight smile, ready to explain. "I cannot give an exact date, I was-- I was not myself. Not for a while."

There's a soft laugh and a gesture at the two of them, the tent, the herbs; very much still not herself in her own mind but better than she was, moving forward, not back, not just stuck in some terrible rut so it will have to do.

"Did you hear about a group of people with shards who were captured? I was part of that group, it was back then at the end."