Good. [ Again, the balloon-like pressure in her chest lessens and she smiles a little more. They're far from out of the woods and they aren't even on the same page, but it's blessing enough that they still care for (love says a little, stubborn voice in her ear, one to which she happily submits) each other.

Cecily notices the ears, used to his little habits, and raises a hand to thumb idly at one, chuckling. ]

Odd? Well, yes, I think it's very strange that our memories don't match. [ She lowers a hand, adding thoughtfully: ] But we can speak with the others, see if they can make any sense of all this.

[ What has she missed in those two years? In a way, she's jealous of him that he's gotten so much more time, and it's been time in peace rather than the likely end of the world.

And there's the mabari. Cecily draws back slightly to scratch again at the big dog's blocky head. ]

What's his name?