Alaxander nodded his head. "Yeah. At least...I think I was. I remember vaguely this lady dressed in lots of sparkling things giving me a present. She was an older lady...she called me." He scrunched his face up as he forced the foggy memories to clear enough to get the memory out of it. "Angel. She called me my little angel...then I don't remember seeing her anymore. Then I remember the she trader. The rest of most everything else is all fuzzy. It all went by like in a haze. All the same and what not. It all just blurred together after awhile." He couldn't remember anymore and forcing himself to was making his head hurt. So he just stopped. "I don't remember being taken." He said softly. "I feel like there is so many gaps in my memory."<br/><br/>He listened to her as she explained mana. Nodding his head. "I remember a hazy memory about that old woman...she was teaching me things. I remember something called Aroas." He said. A rush of wind shot past them. It was the only spell he remembered. Then it died down as quickly as it started because he wasn't maintaining the spell or fully using it. It was just a reaction of the pent up magical energy and him casting a verbal spell.<br/><br/>He suddenly hissed out and bit his lower lip as the cold salve began to rub into his neck and shoulders. They were sore but they felt like they were untensing. "Okay." He said softly. His teeth gritting tightly together. He held onto the blanket on the cot tightly. He blinked a bit. "I'll own more than a ribbon?" He echoed. That was a strange yet thrilling concept. It was nice to know he would actually own things now. That he would have stuff that was just his. It made him feel better about all he had been through over the years. He turned his head as she started sniffling. Crying out as she started on his back. His fingers digging into the blanket now. "I earned it because I wouldn't be obedient. It was worth the pain to stay who I was. That is what I came to realize over the years. That while listening brought me no pain...it was by staying true to myself that I was truly happy. Even though such a decision brought me nothing but physical pain. I had sworn I would never break like the others had."<br/><br/>He sighed a bit. "I wonder if I'll even fit in...being I don't even know how to say mom and dad in elven tongue." He said softly. He hoped she was right that they would be happy to see him. What if he was just a disappointment? He nodded his head. "Thank you...I still worry I'll be a disappointment to them but I feel better knowing they were searching for me. It means most likely they'll want me back in their lives." He said softly. He let out a cry of pain as the salve went over a deep whip wound. He twisted a bit. Reaching up and stroked away the tears. "Don't worry...you are the best healer I know even if I don't know many. I doubt many healers are able to converse and do their healing." He said softly. Wiping away the tears before turning back around. Letting out a rush of air from between his teeth.<br/><br/>"I won't cry or holler. I'm just going to maybe hiss or make sounds of pain. I'll be strong. I can't afford to be weak...even though there was many times that I did feel weak." He said softly. Laying flat on his stomach again. "That stuff is cold. Why is it cold?" He said. Trying to keep talking to avoid realizing just how much the cool air rubbing over those wounds hurt. He closed his eyes. "We can be friends...right Kate? I had a friend at the pet place once. The slavers killed him...he couldn't speak. So he wasn't able to answer them. They kept beating him for disobedience and refusal to answer when he couldn't. He tried to with his hands.