Emily jerked at the sound of Cherrie's voice behind her, startled and for a moment not sure if it was another messed up memory or reality. She turned, breathing a sigh of relief that the other woman didn't seem to be another memory.
"Can't say I'm a regular, so I'll have to go with refuge." Her smile was wane at best, but it was there. "These... memories? They're a bit," she paused, searching for the right word, "overwhelming. I'm Emily, by the way. Emily Eirwen."