You want me to kill the Spring King.

[ Not a question. She just leaps to that assumption. Considers it. And then offers something in addition: ]

I told you I can spy. But. I can do more. With my mind.

[ She remembers seeing Erik having a nightmare. It had been... surprisingly easy, to slip inside in his head. Just like Mama let her in to see memories. ]

I can. Go into heads. Memories. Dreams. [ A beat. ] Maybe... I can help? If someone's brain. Is washed?