"I'll be fine, I'm sure of it." Greer got to her feet, her cards still in her hand. She didn't feel right setting them down yet. Maybe she needed some privacy, to rest for a bit, but she wanted to keep looking at them. It felt important, somehow. Greer wanted to thank them, but it didn't feel like enough. They had made this easier on her. They were understanding and hospitable, despite how painful this must be for them that she didn't quite remember them. Greer found she wanted to remember, more for them than for herself. "Thank you for making me the sandwich," she told Rost before her gaze ticked to Dev. "And for making the bed. And answering my questions. It helped. I think you're both in here." She tapped her finger against her temple. "I just have to keep pulling at the memories until they surface again."
Rost didn’t question it at all that Greer wanted to take the tarot cards with her. If their positions had been reversed, he thought he might be clinging to his guitar, hoping some latent muscle memory would trigger something more solid in his brain. He wanted to get up to escort her to the bedroom, see if he could maybe touch her hand again, but Rost stayed put on the couch. He just reached one hand up to cover Dev’s on his shoulder, and gave Greer a warm smile. “Do not push yourself, just get some rest,” he said. He hoped she was right, but only time would tell. They would just try to take care of her in the meantime.
Dev was about to say the same. If it took years for her to remember everything, they'd still be there for her, telling her anything she needed to know. He could draw things for her if he couldn't show them to her, make her whole life a story book of memories if he needed to and that task didn't even feel challenging. "Take your time, love. We're not going anywhere and this is not a race," he murmured and while he hoped she'd remember soon, maybe it was better if it wasn't right away. She looked serene right now and who knew what kind of horrors she'd witnessed on the other side.
At the moment, Greer believed them. They seemed incredibly patient and willing to help her however she may need it. She just hoped that understanding didn't waver, especially if it turned out she would never remember them. It felt like her entire life was just a blank page up until the moment she woke up in the cemetery. Greer was eager to fill in the details, but she knew she couldn't force it, unfortunately. Maybe getting some real rest would help. So she smiled softly at them both and then headed for the bedroom. There was the instinctual urge to ask them to lay with her, but Greer knew she needed some time to herself to think about all of this and what the next step was going to be.