["that I knew"... Alisaie frowns as she sees the other woman's face fall. But try as she might, she can't remember ever meeting her. Has her memory been affected somehow? That's the only thing she can think of.
She pushes herself all the way upright so the woman doesn't have to keep bending down, and accepts the potion. As she drinks, she feels the stinging in her hands and knees fade. She chances another look up at her rescuer and sees a familiar expression - one she often forces onto her own face when she's under duress. The woman looks like she's lost something important and can't get it back. And it's Alisaie's fault.]
I'm so sorry. [Gods, now her own throat is closing up.] I don't know who you are. I wish I did.
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She pushes herself all the way upright so the woman doesn't have to keep bending down, and accepts the potion. As she drinks, she feels the stinging in her hands and knees fade. She chances another look up at her rescuer and sees a familiar expression - one she often forces onto her own face when she's under duress. The woman looks like she's lost something important and can't get it back. And it's Alisaie's fault.]
I'm so sorry. [Gods, now her own throat is closing up.] I don't know who you are. I wish I did.