King Elk Forest we were hoping for some romance, all we found was more despair

he blinks, and frowns slightly as he chews - not at the taste of the little leaves, which is oddly pleasant (and makes his mouth feel cold, somehow), but at the idea that anatha doesn't know. how could she not know? 

her clarifications don't actually clear up much but delight grasps the idea that she doesn't remember. he's never met someone who can't remember where they're from.  it unsettles him - he's dedicated his being to preserving history and here is someone who, more or less, doesn't have one. he's never heard of drageda (unsurprisingly) so there's nothing he can do to help out, either. "i see," he says, still frowning, then pauses. "you were right, these do taste good."

he wonders how far back she's lost. "where did you come to us from?" he tries - wondering if something happened to leave her in this state or if it's just... well, he's not a medic, he doesn't know.