Piro turns her head to look at the now dim cross that lays on floor. "You can't mean that cross, it was given to me long ago by a friend.." Suddenly, she realizes she can't remember that friend's name, nor his face, but she could recall it was a he.
Jerl shook his head rather sadly. "All this time I have been asleep waiting for you, and you don't even remember me. What has happened to you?" He steps closer to her, the red in his eyes starting to fade into a frost bitten ice blue. "You must remember me. What was the point in returning if you don't even remember?"
