It's what I know

You know, you speak of children as if you have intimate knowledge, your tone changed a bit. I realise you don’t remember anything, but perhaps that’s something. Like a muscle memory, somewhere deep down. Not that I know anything of course, but I have a friend that’s a doctor. She’s convinced she can find something to help the grey wardens, but I don’t want to get my hopes up, but someone had a head injury once and she talked a bit about amnesia. I only wish now I’d paid better attention, perhaps then I could have offered up some better insight. He said with a shrug. He didn’t get to hang out with Rosalie often with his warden duties, but somehow that conversation was coming to the forefront of his brain, he just couldn’t remember all the details of it.