For a moment, she cannot speak. Feels that knife edge in her back again. In the scar. In her head, radiating outward as a bloody sun. And yet, and yet, she makes herself breathe -

(her grip is tightening, but the riverbanks hold, she remembers who this is, she remembers where she is)

And when her voice comes back, it's softer.

"I was remembering what happened as it happened. I...had only guessed at it before. Now I have confirmation. That's...that's how I lost my memory."