For a second, just a moment, her eyes narrowed at him and there was the slight thinning of her lips. He'd told her he didn't know her, that's he'd saved her on a whim, that there was nothing between them the last time they'd talked.

And she hadn't entirely believed him then. Hearing his answer now wasn't a surprise and the chiding was on the tip of her tongue for that second. It didn't come though. Because he obviously didn't remember telling her that, or anything about that time at all apparently and the next second the rest of what he was telling her flooded through and it was enough to have every expression but silent shock washing out of her face. For that second, she froze. Then her heart turned over in her chest and her stomach lurched for a sick instant before the heavy thud of her blood went through her ears again and caught up to her. The edges of her skin felt numb, the ice of the upper wind across the deck suddenly irrelevant. Her throat hurt it felt so tight. She stepped forward and her hand moved, almost but not quite touching, catching and missing at black armor and scarlet fabric, like someone catching at a ghost. None of the names he said made sense but -

"You remember?" it was a whisper. "You remember where we're from? Your life before the war?"