"And yet one saved your life. Why you? Were you so important?"

It's her dream, so of course her mind would fixate upon the question that looms large even in her waking hours. Would I be important enough to save? Trilla had never seen her father's face, and yet one flashes into her mind, half-masked, scarred beyond recognition even if he weren't. Would she have been worth saving if she had nothing more to offer but a family name? She never could be certain enough to risk it.