"Thought we what?" Romilda couldn't tear her eyes away from Ioan. He was standing there telling her that he loved her and she had no reason to think he was lying. Even with her doubts, Romilda could see everything Ioan was feeling written across his face.
Romilda stood up and walked around the room. "I worry about telling you what I remember. What if it's not real? What if you get upset with me fore what's in my head?"