[ Susato is quiet, not wanting to refuse him outright, but she doesn't want to lie either. She is staring at his features, looking for some tell one way or the other--or maybe some indication that she should have known. ]

I... I don't know. I suppose I might believe anything in a place like this.

I have heard of a deep sleep that can plague someone for a whole month, but never centuries. [ Is Songerein even that old? ]