Ouroboros Spine no one wakes up one day

it's disorienting to not remember because he knows there should be memories — he didn't just spring into existence a fully grown male, after all — but he 'raako' can't claim that theres any sorrow at the lack of them. can't miss what you can't remember and that was the simple and clinical truth of it. he doesn't try to respond to her verbally, sensing that he wouldn't be able to by the pain that he feels just swallowing. there are some noises that he can make that don't hurt as bad as others ...and for now 'raako' seeks to stick with those, trusting his body language and micro-expressions to do the talking for him.

she speaks of the night they spent together, claiming he was gallant ...a good thing, he surmises; and mentions she'd rather clean up tree sap than blood and scabs. admittedly, he would rather that too given the circumstances. regardless and unfortunately, her recollection does not jog his memory. he makes a small noise that he hopes conveys his gratitude to her and creeps again towards the bank to take another drink of the water, discreetly hoping to wash some of the fish taste out of his mouth.