Blacktail Deer Plateau stardust

he was about to ask her more about healing--he was woefully ignorant in the art--when something he had said seemed to turn her to stone, her face twisting in what appeared to be agony. taking a step back in reflex, he stood quietly as she went through. . .whatever she was going through.

"remi," she whispered, voice far away from here. aditya frowned, hating to see the fear on her face. he had never met an amnesiac, but had always imagined that it was the most terrible thing--perhaps worse than death--to have one's memories snatched away suddenly, without their willing it.

"hey," he murmured, not moving a muscle lest she flee. "it's okay. it's all right. you're here. you're safe." he didn't know what she had gone through in the past, but he hoped his words would bring a shred of comfort to the young woman.