I wanna get better

The children, plural. It still frustrated him that there were memories missing. He understood it was a price, and there was no way he was going to argue the fact that he’d never agreed to pay any price. The price was paid, it was done, arguing over the details would hardly get them anywhere, and it wasn’t a hill he was willing to die on. He smiled warmly. Morrigan was family, he’d do anything family, so he knew if the roles had been reversed he too would have paid any price to get her back.

He nodded about the Gwaren bit, at least he still remembered Kieran, and well most things. Imagine if coming back he’d lost all his memories, would a cluster fuck that would have been. Here’s the father of your children back from the dead, oh but wait, he remembers nothing including who he even is. Yea that would have been worse for sure.

Then he grinned, at first, and let her take his hand in hers and be pulled along. Until he got thinking about things, were they sure the only price he’d paid was losing his memories of an apparently much loved daughter? What if there was more that they had yet to discover, what if he’d lost his virility. His eyes went sort of wide and he began to awkwardly shuffle a bit as he was pulled along.

I, er, ahem of course. I just, I mean. We’re sure that um…… In his head he felt like the walls were closing in on him, he tried to focus on Morrigan, but he just kept thinking about how other things might be wrong that they hadn’t discovered yet and he wasn’t sure how to put his fears into words that wouldn’t make Morrigan laugh at him or get mad at him.