Swiftcurrent Creek who do you think you are? who do you think i am?

She closed the distance between them – her movement so familiar to him, and yet so different now that part of her memories were gone. Worry still weighed on her heavily, but there was something more to her posture – a different sadness than what had plagued her before.
 
She spoke of Durnehviir, and he rumbled a gentle sigh, verging on an echoing growl. His ears slid back to his skull, and he studied her with mild concern now, the sternness and fire of his gaze before now softening upon her defeated form. “Has she said something to you?” He liked to believe that his mate’s distrust of him did not reveal in her words or interactions with Aria. The pale dove was only looking to regain her memories and pick up life where she possibly could.