As though they could actually forget them! It wasn't as though the two had been lost to accident or disease. They'd been stolen abruptly out of their lives.
"You probably don't remember my wife, Felicia. She used to take care of you sometimes when maman needed an extra hand. Her older sister would help maman with weaving, or candle making, or laundry, and Felicia would play with you." Making little candles, or baby pies, or just repeatedly dunking little colorful pieces of cloth into soapy water.
Corin gave Namine's hand a gentle squeeze. "How could I do otherwise?" The people of Balamb had families too that needed to be saved too.
Riku didn't want keep putting it off again and again and just have meeting his possible brother looming over his head. He wanted it done and over with so that he could get on with his life.
"Yeah," Riku agreed. The Prince's aunt was a lovely lady, but she knew how to make young men do what she wanted. But he wasn't about to take his hands out of the Prince's hair just yet. They had some time to themselves, there was no reason to waste it.
"Do you like it?" Riku asked. "The name, Le Juillet." If it had really once been his, he'd like to wear it again.