don't know if you love me or you want me dead;

[Agetta]

Agetta’s frown deepens at his answer - she may not remember much, but she knows that’s an answer given when things are very much not alright. Once again she looks him over, feeling that worry stir inside of her. As far as she knows, she has no ability to heal but she can be fast when she wants and could fetch someone else. She doesn’t know who, but someone.

His next words cease her observing and she focuses on his orange eyes for a moment, her expression giving away her confusion. They’re a beautiful colour, those eyes - and she is sure that she would remember them if she had seen them before. She would remember getting lost in them. So he must not be one of those trysts she had been thinking of, then.

But then, she had forgotten Kensley and they were apparently friends. Could this another friend, who is lost somewhere in her aging mind?

Not knowing what else to make of his comment, Agetta glances to the river nearby and when her gaze moves back to him she’s not sure what to say beyond a “Yes… I suppose I am.” Attempting and failing at a reassuring smile.

“I’m Agetta.” She offers next, feeling a little more on familiar ground as she shifts into polite conversation. If he won’t tell her what’s wrong, she can at least introduce herself and make sure he isn’t in danger before moving on.

Agetta

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