[ A city. Her delicate eyelashes flutter in a blink, brow knitting. This is hard enough for her to process even without details, and though her expressions tend to be subtle, right now it's easy to tell how she's struggling with this information. There are too many questions she wants to ask, most of them the obvious; why would he remember while she doesn't? How would they have gotten here from there? Even what she wouldn't speak aloud buzzes round in her head, because she's only just met him and she has to wonder, like any sensible person might, whether his claim is legitimate.
Frowning at him though she is, her expression lacks hostility. It's more as if she's studying him very closely, trying to examine him rather than make any kind of decision. She wants to understand, but it's a challenge, and when she opens her mouth to ask any of the questions she might mean to, she finds herself hesitating instead. Really, this all hinges on whether or not she ought to believe him. Having saved her helps his case, but, ]
Were we--
[ It's a stupid question, and she cuts herself off from it almost immediately, exhaling a perplexed sigh as her eyes avert. Were they friends? That title has been outside of her reach for so long that she feels foolish for even thinking it, besides which - she'd be obligated to take his word for it, just like everything else. Quietly overwhelmed, Naminé lifts her gaze from the ground again, only to have her attention drawn to the injuries of his that she noticed before. Something in her expression changes; it's easier to worry about someone else than to worry over herself, and no matter how distressing the implications of her forgetting might be, another idea occurs to her. ]
Earlier, you said... that I said I could heal people.
[ If that's true, then, ]
Do you think that maybe I still can?
[ That'd be a start in proving it, at least, though she sounds uncertain about the suggestion, herself. ]
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Frowning at him though she is, her expression lacks hostility. It's more as if she's studying him very closely, trying to examine him rather than make any kind of decision. She wants to understand, but it's a challenge, and when she opens her mouth to ask any of the questions she might mean to, she finds herself hesitating instead. Really, this all hinges on whether or not she ought to believe him. Having saved her helps his case, but, ]
Were we--
[ It's a stupid question, and she cuts herself off from it almost immediately, exhaling a perplexed sigh as her eyes avert. Were they friends? That title has been outside of her reach for so long that she feels foolish for even thinking it, besides which - she'd be obligated to take his word for it, just like everything else. Quietly overwhelmed, Naminé lifts her gaze from the ground again, only to have her attention drawn to the injuries of his that she noticed before. Something in her expression changes; it's easier to worry about someone else than to worry over herself, and no matter how distressing the implications of her forgetting might be, another idea occurs to her. ]
Earlier, you said... that I said I could heal people.
[ If that's true, then, ]
Do you think that maybe I still can?
[ That'd be a start in proving it, at least, though she sounds uncertain about the suggestion, herself. ]