It came and went, the visions, with Giggle withholding an answer as it all swept through her mind. She had to tamp down, to clamp it all off, when it finished; part of her brain wanted to segue into all else she'd seen, to try and look at it again, to draw it out and pick it apart and she couldn't handle all that at once.

But closing it off was easier, now, and she took a moment to calm herself before considering Wilder's request. Or rather, her offer (but it had sounded like a request--how odd). When Giggle shook her head, it was genuine. "I'll be all right." She paused, another wry grin briefly twisting her muzzle. "I've been through worse. That isn't as self-pitying as it sounds, I promise." There was a little more clarity to her eyes as she looked at Wilder again, though there was still that new distance. "You could stay, if you wanted to. But I need to think, either way. I need..." Giggle paused to consider her words, then sighed heavily. "It's like someone's just given me a big bag of thousands of tiny bones, and I have to be very careful not to harm them, and I have to pick them all out one by one to look at them individually. And there's... a lot of bones. Does that make sense-?" She squinted at Wilder. "-And if I ignore the bag, it feels like some of those bones might go missing. Those memories might get lost, maybe. -Probably not, but you know how it is, with stuff you haven't thought about in awhile? Mind you, thanks for the bag. It's a good gift. I just need time to sort it all out."

Her words indicated a clear enough mind, despite the sense that she'd changed considerably in the last few minutes. But she shook her head again, as if to dismiss all her own concerns, and peered tiredly at Wilder. "Will you be all right? It's got to be a lot, to... direct that magic," she guessed.