[ Perhaps this would affect him less if he were not ill, but the desperation with which he tries to hold onto the fleeting memory that surfaced is taking something of a toll on him. At the very least, it is causing a pounding in his head that only further scrambles his thoughts. Why that should happen now, when clarity of thought is what he wishes for most, he does not know, but it is highly frustrating. ]

When you gave me the crystal to hold, I felt something... a sensation of familiarity, as if somehow, I knew not only the language spoken that I cannot presently understand, but also that I knew you.

[ He is trying to put into words what he is feeling and thinking, and for once, his words seem inadequate. ] I am not upset, but these memories and feelings are quick to slip away, try as I might to hold onto them.

[ He leans into her touch once more and his fingers tighten lightly around hers. ] Lantaa, I believe that I have remembered your name.