She almost fainted with the weight of understanding.

Was it all delusion? Not so long ago she had been resolved
to her own destruction for the cause, and now she wove a
fantasy about the rebirth of the gods. Belief and disbelief
warred, her mind wracked back and forth between the two
until all became blurred, her vision misting in physical
sympathy.
She staggered to her feet and at the same moment felt
through the Whisper a sense of detachment as the dawnsail
launched from the Ynnead’s Dream along with the rest of
its berthed flotilla.