Sunspire Mountains this circumstancial consequence

If she had wanted to plan a moment of attack, that would have been it. Her statement broke the silent train of thought that Mordecai had been entertaining, though he did what he could to conceal the jarring sensation of having been crept up upon. In the time it had taken her to recall who he was, he found himself pulling names and assigning them to faces of past and present. The female to his side was familiar, even smelled familiar, but time had eroded where it was that she had come from. But after a moment, no more than a second or two, her name came flying back to him from some imaginary rolodex.

"You look like you've had a rough winter, Falwasi," he said, offering her a kind smile. Her wounds, however she had obtained or received them, were more or less healed in his eyes. He was curious of the stories behind them but did not ask outright, instead going for a more neutral, less invasive approach.

"How are you faring now?"