Ioan's arms tightened around Romilda, one hand rising to cradle the back of her head. Everything was pure instinct, and Ioan firmly believed that even if he forgot who she was, touching her like this would bring it all back. He'd never been like this with anyone else. He didn't think he ever would be again. Over and over, he kissed her - her forehead, her temple, her cheek again. It was too much probably, but he couldn't help himself.
"Shhh, love," he soothed. "Don't cry, please. We'll figure this out, I promise. I'm sorry that Dennis was cruel to you. I think something is wrong with him, but that's not the point. You'll remember." I hope. "Here, let's sit. I want to try my idea. I'm...I'm a musician and sometimes music helps people remember things. It takes them back to a particular moment or place in time. Maybe it will work for you." He drew his wand. "Accio guitar."
Ioan remained standing until his guitar floated through the door and into his waiting hands. He caressed the neck and strings with his fingers and smiled reassuringly at Romilda.