Whatever he might have said in answer to that, it's lost as he notices the marks on her wrist. At first, it catches his eye just by being slightly out of place, but then the light pattern of them resolves into words and every thought in his mind disappears except for the conversation they'd had before, promising to find each other if they returned home and only one of them remembered.
He gives the text on her wrist a curious nod. "What's that?"
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He gives the text on her wrist a curious nod. "What's that?"