Teagan nodded, seeing his confusion. It hurt a little for him not to remember her. She stepped toward him, looking at him. Now that he was healthy he could see he was handsome and strong, determined to figure out how she knew him.
"I'm glad," she said softly, wishing he'd remember her. "I was worried. I never thought I'd see you again, but I was worried... You were sick and refused--" She stopped, sighing softly. "You don't remember me do you? You don't remember me at all." Her tone reeked of sadness, disappointment, but there was acceptance behind it. Did it really matter if he remembered her? She'd only helped him when he was ill. Any decent person would have done that. Perhaps numerous people had helped him prior to her during other months and he never remembered any of them. Or maybe she was just forgettable. Maybe she wasn't worth remembering.