Cerulean Cape farewell and adieu to you spanish ladies

Her eyes narrowed a little, though from confusion rather than menace, as she stared back at Thelxiope. Exercise a mind. Was it possible to regain her lost memory through simple exercise? What would she have to do? Learn history? Recite words in different languages?

Despite her confusion, Snowe nodded shakily, going along with it for now. "And I'm assumin' you know how to do these. . .exercises," she responded, trying not to sound dryly skeptical as she spoke the last word.

Her mind was still quite foggy, but Snowe felt as if she was starting to piece together an identity again. Like gathering shards of a shattered rock, pressing them together to make them whole once more. Her speech patterns were growing a bit clearer; her attitude improving from where it had started upon awakening, which was simply and hopelessly lost.

Snowe knew that she had once been complete, and she felt now that she could be so again, with time. Perhaps Thelxiope, and whatever she had in mind, could hasten the road to normalcy.