“You’re awake…”

Her voice is soft—relieved. But her eyes are red-rimmed, and her fingers are twisted into the hem of her cloak like she’s holding herself together by threads.

“Do you… do you know who I am?”

You blink. Say nothing. She swallows.

“It’s okay. It’s okay. We knew this might happen.” A shaky laugh. “I’m Cumulus. You-…” she hesitates, “you used to call me Lu.”

Her voice drops lower.

“You don’t remember, do you?”

A pause.

“…It’s alright. We’ll start over. I’ll stay with you. I promised I would.”

Another pause. Then quieter.

“Even if you never remember what we were.”