Memory returned in shards. Her body returned first. Loose, heavy, the old softness from bearing children fell away.
Fay felt herself again as she had once been. Pure in anatomy, unchaste by Radeon's pleasuring hands.
The fat man followed. The looter. The one who would not stop, dogging her through the Requiem Griefwaters.
Then the three things she forced herself to remember. Her name. A treasure. A destination.
More pieces tried to force their way in. Letting Radeon control her hand and her pace.
Fear at being led somewhere unknown. The whiteness of only salt.
Then it cut off. Pain split her skull. Something weighed on her head like a water bucket.
A small hand clung to her forehead. Child. No. Infant. She was certain.
Another set of soft flesh clamped at her neck. Fay gulped and reached up. Small feet.
This time she did not believe it. She did not entertain it, even with the suppressed squelching in her hair.
