[She leans into his touch, twisting her fingers gently through his hair as she watches him with matching bright eyes.]
... Yeah? Why? [His question is a little unexpected. She remembers the flood clearly, unlike when it's a mirror flood, these memories feel like her own. But she doesn't remember anything special happening while she was there. Or anything embarrassing.]
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... Yeah? Why? [His question is a little unexpected. She remembers the flood clearly, unlike when it's a mirror flood, these memories feel like her own. But she doesn't remember anything special happening while she was there. Or anything embarrassing.]