[ She needs to rein it in because that "right" is wrong. The way he moves as he steps toward her, that sylph, the threat of that saw --

"Why don't you start talking."

-- and that sharpness -- ]

You don't remember.

[ He doesn't remember and she swallows with that realization, but her feet don't quite move, not immediately. It feels like her head plummeted down into her heart and heart into her stomach, her mind racing a million miles a minute. He doesn't remember and she isn't certain where to start amidst too many thoughts abruptly stopped and starting. If he was returned to Assiah and he didn't remember, then -- then --

It's pointless to ask. Looking at him, it's obvious he doesn't know her and if her heart could fall any farther, it has with that realization. Somehow, it feels like she's swimming and her vision is starting to blur -- ]

Put that away.

[ -- and yet, there's a clear command in her voice. Where the wind had mostly settled in that moment of relief, it gathers around her. A swipe of her eyes and she levels her gaze at him. The terms of their initial promise might have been satisfied, but she learned a lot about him while it was in place, how to handle him. ]

I'll answer anything you ask of me, but I am not your enemy. Don't you dare treat me like one.