[Ferran hesitates to hope, especially since not understanding the memories is almost as bad as not having them, but.]

I guess that makes as much sense as it can. Dreams already feel like time doesn't work the same, even without whatever we've got going on here, so maybe there's less of an obstacle. I feel like I have less experience with restoring memories than the other aspect, though.

[He sighs to himself, wondering what the solution there could possibly be. The transportation aspect feels more solvable than the mental part.]

I don't know much about dimensional travel, but the way were connected to our home worlds in Geardagas was mirrors, individual to each of us. We couldn't use them at will until the magic-eating disease there was wiped out.