[ Jeanne blinks as Marie speaks. The sight of the other girl's face seems to spark more connections in her mind. She shakes her head for a brief moment, almost as if trying to shake the memories back into the place they should be. She feels as if she should know this girl and just the sight of Marie and the sound of her voice has filled her chest with a happy warmth. Jeanne smiles, unable to contain the feeling of happiness that wells up inside of her. ]
Thank you. You must forgive me, but I... I don't remember your name. I feel as if I should know it, though.
[ It is there, she knows it. It's just... hidden in some warm, fuzzy fog that she can't seem to penetrate. Had this girl been with her at Orleans? ]
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Thank you. You must forgive me, but I... I don't remember your name. I feel as if I should know it, though.
[ It is there, she knows it. It's just... hidden in some warm, fuzzy fog that she can't seem to penetrate. Had this girl been with her at Orleans? ]