Phantom Hollow Bridges burn, and so do I

Not even his voice got through her fractured skull and mind. Yes, she heard him, but not in the way he had intended. Ondine? She immediately called back, turning rather swiftly to face the large male. They matched, as far as Cattail could see. Strangely so. His face seemed blurry, but that might have been the mist, but it seemed there was just something missing. She couldn't explain what she saw. Her ears lowered as she cowered into a cotton ball of white fur, mismatched eyes blinking only once in a while. Every breath he took just created more clouds and holes in what was once her memory.

I-I don't have your son - I don't even know who you are. She answered. O-Ondine? You called me that... Why? Have I been here before? The closer she got to the truth, the more she could taste. The more she could feel. She wanted to reach out to him, pull him inside her mind so she wouldn't have to explain what had happened... Because, she wasn't so sure herself.