Honeyed Pasture It’s a kind of amnesia

There wasn't much more to be discussed. Ying felt satisfied with the conclusion they'd drawn, and assumed that Mal felt the same. Soon, we will talk again, she assured him. The guardian was anxious to get home and deal out assignments, and so nodded her final goodbye. Should he request that she stay, Ying would do this, but began walking under the assumption that he would not.