[ The monster that lives in the forest. The biggest one, and for a moment, she can recall a very faint voice, one she can't quite recognize, hissing queen... but it makes something twist tightly in her chest, until she presses her palm there to quiet it.

For as much as she'd hated losing her memories, some things are better left discarded in nightmares. ]

It just seems like... no, people haven't gotten that before. I've been really lucky here.

So when you say things like that, it makes me really happy.

[ Tired or not, sad or not, there's genuine happiness warming her from his acknowledgment. ]