If she had known, she could have told him he had saved her just in time... though if she had really known she could have also told him it was never the saving her that impressed her about him. Maybe one day, she'd still be able to, but, in that moment, there were still too many silent spaces inside her, too much she didn't remember, didn't know - but he'd given her a key, was helping her turn a lock, and it was a good start. All ready she felt stronger, more capable of facing whatever was ahead. So she listened intently as he continued, felt the tug of lost loneliness that might have been the echo of a childhood loss but it had no strength, no memory spark behind it to compel her.

"I'm sorry," Sorry he'd been blamed for something that was her fault, sorry, for a reason she couldn't remember that she must have never said anything to fix that as a child. She didn't know if that meant much, now, without her memories to back that but - whether he'd kept his distance or not, he'd apparently followed her somewhere dangerous and taken the blame for it afterward. Her hand gave his a little squeeze, hoping she'd made it up to him, somehow, in whatever memories he had that she didn't share any more. Hoped it wasn't the first time she'd apologized for failing him as a child. "When did we become friends?"

Memories lost, she'd only had one thing to cling to in the world she'd known before this one, one thing that she'd found to draw strength from and that had made her whole and the fight worthwhile. It hadn't been some nebulous balance of Chaos verses Cosmos. It had been her teammates. Her friends. Instinctively she reached for the same thing here, the only anchor she knew of to give her purpose.