Ioan was so much nicer to her than Dennis had been. Dennis had grabbed her neck and pushed her and Ioan was holding her close. The difference between them was so large that Romilda wrapped her arms around Ioan and hugged him close just to feel someone close. He fit against her rather well and she shifted, just an inch so that she was tucked against him perfectly. That felt better. It felt right.
"It feels... you feel right. I don't know how to explain it. But Dennis was so mean to me and hurt me and you are holding me perfectly and that is how it should be, right? But I don't remember us." Romilda rested her head on his shoulder, hiding her face from him in the crook of his neck. She didn't want him to see her cry. "What's wrong with me? Why can't I remember you but I remember everything else?"