Horizon Ridge you're a new song baby

 the woman seems to settle, though whether that's due to him is harder to make a call on. he remains patient, quiet, allowing her to string the words together, his eyes thoughtful as they flick to follow the movement of her head. samothes has never been to the mountains, but his first thought is that she must have fallen - only that doesn't account for the odd burned away fur. if only he were a medic. 

the plot thickens: snowe cannot recall anything. he shifts his gaze back to her as if she were a puzzle he is trying to solve (and may or may not mumble a "fascinating" very quietly under his breath). "i believe that happens in response to trauma, sometimes," the scholar says in the same calmed tones as before. "unfortunately i've no experience with - how recovery, or attempted recovery, would go." truthfully he doesn't know if there is a way to regain memory once it's lost. 

"but," he says, noting her mounting anxiety, "whether you eventually regain your memories or not - you are still here. you can find yourself again." hm. it doesn't do to have this injured being wandering alone.. and yet he hesitates to suggest she come to ravensblood with him. it is cruel of him, perhaps, but she's not a very practical addition to the pack, and he's not exactly looking to take on a pet project. (if he knew of thelxiope's impending conversation with her, perhaps he'd be more inclined.) instead, the wraith hums slightly. "have you an idea of where you'd like to go next?" he asks, thinking that he could at least steer her toward the other claim by ravensblood if need be.