The question catches her off guard, just for a moment, and she's back to thinking about the way everything became so jumbled up when she returned to Hadriel. How memories suddenly reformed themselves in her mind, how a year's worth of chaos mingled with three years of home and made everything so difficult to recall.

"Aye." She rocks back on her hands and looks up at the sky. Grey, grey, ever so grey. "Like you were never here. Can't remember shit."

But surely, surely she must have retained those memories somehow? There were so many little things, strange impulses, subtle changes she couldn't explain. Shifts in her interests and priorities. So many things which don't make sense if it had been completely forgotten rather than just suppressed.