Whitefish River And if the night is burning,

"I'd be wandering around like a zombie otherwise," she cackled. It would be true, she'd be injured severly on her arm, and without a memory Orlaith would've been some sort of wandering vagabond of a past presence. Thankfully, now healing and with an idea who she once was, she was satisfied. 

"I would've bullied the fuck outta ya." Like a barbarian, she hollared out a laugh despite a mean statement. Just like how she bullied him. Though when the thought came to, Orlaith couldn't help but tilt her head to the side. Immedietly did her mind go toward 'someone,' but she couldn't figure out who. 


She really didn't know if she had family.

"But you also seem like a champ, maybe not." All with a righteous grin.