This place tends to do that. Sometimes when people leave and come back, they don't remember a thing, either.

[ she remembers when tifa had told her that she had been here, too -- the bittersweet frustration of not knowing, and she can read it on his handsome features. and it's okay, samatoki! maybe it'll come back, maybe he'll just have to live with it because that's how it is.

as it is, he's taking things swimmingly well, and she nudges him with a soft smile, feeling a faint, warm tingle of chroma at the contact. there, just some to get him through for the little things. ]

Don't worry, you didn't do anything really bad while you were here. I think.