Brinn tried a few more times to settle the wrinkle between the knight's brow, but each time she did, the line returned. She giggled slightly, amused by the exercise. It was then that she finally noticed he was looking at something. Rolling her head to the side, she managed to look over at the girl sitting atop the boxes on the cart.<br/><br/>As the conversation continued, Brinn became curious as to what they were talking about. She looked from one, to the other, and back again, struggling to understand what they were talking about.<br/><br/>Slowly, as the seconds ticked by, lucidity began to return to her. She had never lost her ability to recall the events of the past days... not really. It was more like her understanding of them had fled. Now, slowly, she began to see clearly. Her giggles faded and she listened. When the thief tossed something to the knight, she recognized it as the pack they'd taken from her, and frowned. Her gaze followed the pack as it sailed toward him. Instinctively, she reached out to catch it. Her depth perception was significantly off, but she managed to allow it to thump into her chest in an awkward half catch.<br/><br/>She looked up at the knight in confusion, trying to catch up, feeling like she'd arrived late to a fight. "Whats going on? Where are we? I... I don't remember..." she frowned, trying to figure out what the last thing she remembered was. It was all so hazy.