At the question, Fever's face falls, and she looks away. There are the things she remembered before it all went haywire, the things she has to add to her tally of wrongs committed. Things that she knows very well if she was to utter would alter Tayrey's perceptions of her so fully that the young woman might never trust a soul again. They happened, Fever admits. They happened, and they live upon her as her weight to carry, her burden to bear. That, she will not lie about.

But they aren't things she needs to talk about to the unprepared. Much less someone who wants to think the best of her. So she swallows them, places them back in the numerous things she might never speak to a single person about. Perhaps one day, when she's ready to set the torch to her connections, or it's dragged from her.

"A little, after you disappeared, but...I think that whatever happened to me, the bulk of things are lost and always will be. Not a curse or something else blocking me from seeing them, but damage done and survived. Coming here hasn't changed a thing."

A breath, so Tayrey might get distracted from asking what she remembered.

"There's a scar, at the back of my head. I didn't dwell much on it for a long while, but with time to think about it? It's a very straightforward answer, isn't it. Some kind of accident, or an attack. But I'm a bit too stubborn to simply die."