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Sorrel didn't understand, and maybe she felt bad for it. Maybe bad wasn't the word. Maybe it was more of a guilty confusion; the memories, they were all so blurred. The name sounded familiar, even vaguely so, and it would have explained why he had this tranquil effect on her, but Sorrel just couldn't put the pieces together. Regardless, he apologized, and she knew better than to leave someone hanging after they'd put themselves out to be heard. For what? she asked, slowly stepping forward to get a better look at the man's face.

There was a clear look of forgiveness on her face, or sympathy, rather. I g'went with Maman. I lost her now. Sorrel looked away then, thinking back to how she and Maman had separated. That was something else she couldn't quite piece together, but maybe that was for the best.