Nightwing sighs. "I fear this has turned into a fight rather than a simple defence of territory. If you've no business here, dragon, please leave so that we may return to our normal lives as though we hadn't met each other. Come on, you don't want a possible death and/or huge injuries to tend to tonight, and neither do we..." he coaxes.<br/><br/>Glade lifts No'Coure up to her golden eyes and stares down into his. A golden mist seems to drift out of them until it surrounds his body. "Just pre-emptively... Don't freak out. The memories will re-appear in a flash, and as long as you endure that, you'll be back to your old self again. If you'd like, I can knock you unconscious so that you aren't awake for sixty years' worth of flashbacks..." she offers.