Amilyn nods slowly. "So you're the same as Dameron, then," she says. She sighs, passes a hand over her face. "Yes, I'm from ... a bit later."

She'd refused to tell Poe anything about his future, but that's Poe—someone she's got an extremely troubled recent history with, even though he hasn't had it yet (why does this have to be so kriffing complicated). This is one of her oldest friends. (And, let's face it, an older and wiser person.) She's not sure if she could hold back, if directly asked.