[ That name again - he acts as though it were hers, and she slowly begins to doubt her assumption that it isn't. She knows no differently, after all.
The coat looks ridiculous, coarse material hanging off her slight frame. Slighter now than when she left; not starved but clearly not so well fed as she had been before, though she cannot know so herself. In those bright eyes of hers there remains a spectre of pain and fear, a darkness she no longer understands. She accepts the garment gratefully, pulling it close about herself to fend off the worst of the cold. ]
Was somebody looking for me?
[ And in her eyes and voice there is a plea. Her whole life has been since waking up here, she can remember nothing before it and even that itself is vague and patchy. All else is dark, and she aches to find the light. ]
[ His heart sinks as he realizes exactly what has been off about her.
She has no idea who she is. She has no idea about any of it. Losing ones memory is rare. It almost never comes without magic, or a much shorter version with alcohol and illness. This is different. This is her life. His heart breaks all over again. In a way, his unfortunate mission to kill her succeeded.
He knows it's not really exactly proper, but his hand stays on her shoulder. It's almost this feeling like she'll vanish again if she lets go. ]
I do. You don't? [ It's obvious she doesn't. He still feels he has to ask. Something like this... It's hard to take in. What had they, whoever they were, have done to her to make her like this.
Merlin keeps his voice gentle, trying to keep calm. Can't be very nice to hear who you are from a total stranger. ] Your name is Morgana and your family has been looking for you for almost a year.
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The coat looks ridiculous, coarse material hanging off her slight frame. Slighter now than when she left; not starved but clearly not so well fed as she had been before, though she cannot know so herself. In those bright eyes of hers there remains a spectre of pain and fear, a darkness she no longer understands. She accepts the garment gratefully, pulling it close about herself to fend off the worst of the cold. ]
Was somebody looking for me?
[ And in her eyes and voice there is a plea. Her whole life has been since waking up here, she can remember nothing before it and even that itself is vague and patchy. All else is dark, and she aches to find the light. ]
Do... you know who I am..?
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She has no idea who she is. She has no idea about any of it. Losing ones memory is rare. It almost never comes without magic, or a much shorter version with alcohol and illness. This is different. This is her life. His heart breaks all over again. In a way, his unfortunate mission to kill her succeeded.
He knows it's not really exactly proper, but his hand stays on her shoulder. It's almost this feeling like she'll vanish again if she lets go. ]
I do. You don't? [ It's obvious she doesn't. He still feels he has to ask. Something like this... It's hard to take in. What had they, whoever they were, have done to her to make her like this.
Merlin keeps his voice gentle, trying to keep calm. Can't be very nice to hear who you are from a total stranger. ] Your name is Morgana and your family has been looking for you for almost a year.