Deepwood Weald and if you don't know, now you know

Okay, so the lightning thing seemed to be legit. There were new scars upon her body and she had a kind of faraway stare, as if she were looking through him rather than at him. For a moment, amnesia seemed like a probable theory. . .and then she said his name.

So okay, he threw that possibility out of his mind. Now time to tackle the Rusalka-esque theory.

You remember me, he said, keeping his emotions in check (for now). Verx held her gaze, his own eyes gimlet, searching. What about your kids? the man asked. His throat grew thick; he swallowed, forging on. Dragomir? Isilmë? His son's devastated face entered his mind, suddenly, and he felt his breath hitch.

Were you gonna come back for them? he questioned baldly, his voice quieter than before.

It wasn't about him. It wasn't about her. It was about them. It should have always been about them.