Otatso Wetlands and oh man, if you ever lose your way

imrathil remained silent as chusi paused, patiently enduring the unnatural pause with a polite look of interest across his features. at last she spoke -- her accent dredged no memories from his fractured mind, but the way she spoke elicited a frown in the male. did she know him?

he sucked in a breath, tormented by his own uncertainty and unwilling to see his hopes dashed again. "do you know me?" he at last ventured, his voice quiet and clearly conveying the shaky uncertainty he felt to be standing before her.

why was his heart hammering?