Kildeer Rest Just to find memories plagued by constant misery

Bridget is still welcome at any point, cameo or otherwise!!

Keen had finished her business and was on her way back to Bridget when she spotted a pale figure in the distance. There was nothing familiar about it to her; it had been so long since she'd seen Arlette, long before the scars that littered her body in the present, that she could no longer remember her sister's face. She could barely remember Merrit's.
But something about the moment made her stop. She wasn't sure what it was. Later she might think of it as intuition, or maybe something like fate beckoning to her. In the moment she thought only of how stupid it was, to walk up to a total stranger with no purpose or plan in mind. Hey, She greeted —
And that was the second it clicked. Wait - wait, wait, She blurted, mouth moving faster than her thoughts. Arlette? Keen didn't remember her face, but she could never forget those eyes, or her scent. But for a heartbeat she couldn't believe it, and all she could do was stare.