Rising Sun Valley a backlit canopy with holes punched in it

It was intriguing, these small snippets of memories, vague and blurred as they were, random tidbits of knowledge spoken with an assertion that while he, technically, couldn't say for sure simply knew was right; and anyway if he was ever uncertain he knew Manauia would be quick to point out that he was wrong if that was the case. She, with her memories intact, was to him like a living knowledge vessel of Coatl's Rise and of himself but he did not dare ask her for fear that he would suffer for it. Týrr did not offer her any sort of verbal agreement or disagreement upon her assumption of why he had left, obviously thinking that he had ran out of fear of his treatment, or perhaps because she did not think he could handle the tough conditions the men of the Rise had been placed under. He didn't know which, so assumed that it could very well be both. The Rekkr did not mind being a female's subordinate, had never minded it. The only exception had been Odinn's Cove when he'd been nothing but an amnesiac prisoner, but of course that had been wholly out of his control being force fed lies that with nothing else to compare them too he believed.

In truth though, Týrr could not confirm to her why he'd left. He did not remember and thus allowed her to assume what she may about him and his reasons. Perhaps, he rationalized, it was better that way.