That made sense. It was kind of the same approach she and Arthur were taking in terms of figuring out if they had new boundaries now that they didn’t have any memory of each other. “It was the same for me and Arthur,” she admitted. And she’d been restrained, tied against the headboard. That didn’t exactly scream trust, but she’d been held in place by silk ties and neither the position nor the fastenings hurt.
“It’s easier for me to think of it all as a fresh start or a clean slate. Who knows, maybe we’ve never met before now but what if we had? What if we’re best friends or mortal enemies or something?” Ariadne didn’t think she was the sort who had mortal enemies, but it was always a possibility. “But now we’re talking and getting along well. Maybe that’s not so bad.”