Niniel came back to herself with a start. The stranger, Soronume?, seemed to expect an answer. She wanted to ask what wound could still pain even after it was only a memory. Then she thought of her own wounds. Though none were physical, nor did they pain her as Soronume's did him, they were as painful, if not more, as memories than when she'd first gained them.
"How--how did that happen?" she asked, cursing once again her stutter. Soronume closed his eyes. Niniel wanted to kick herself for asking a question that was so insensitive. She tugged at her hair and looked away, blushing.
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