<span style="color: #b300b3">“More or less, yeah. All of my memories have been returning and truthfully I wish they weren’t. I even remember being killed, the cold and empty void I found myself in, and then the searing and blinding agony of being forcefully shoved back into a dead body. There’s a bit of a gap between my resurrection and waking up in your care though, I assume my soul was recovering or something. And I’ve spoken to Susan several times, she is… ah, let’s discuss it on our walk.” </span>She smiled and stood up as well, then leaned over to kiss Isabelle softly.<span style="color: #b300b3"> “Thank you for the wonderful meal then.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>