[T-the new King is sitting down, legs crossed quite gingerly, keystone in one hand.
It's a slow realization... not the overwhelming flood of dissonant reality you're used to, but ... your memories return. Settling in like they'd never left, faded or fresh, like books on a shelf waiting for review.]
I... wish I could be angry about that.
...
But... much more seriously, when you're ready tell me your wish.
There's not an awful lot of time left, so.. talk it out.
((OOC: Feel free to handwave the granting since it is CARTE BLANCHE, this is really for deciding, and playing out what your wish is like.))