Idir carried Nina through the night sky for a long while before finally descending onto a stretch of massive stone.
Under the bright, silvery glow of the moon, he wrapped an arm around her waist and stood perfectly still, his gaze fixed on her as if the rest of the world had fallen away.
Something in his mind was shifting. The blurred face lingering in his thoughts was becoming clearer—sharper.
He kept staring.
And staring.
After a long moment with no change, Nina began to feel a little self-conscious under his unblinking gaze.
She lifted a hand and waved it lightly in front of him. "Idir… do you still remember me?"
A trace of confusion flickered in his eyes. "Nina…?"
He didn't know who Nina was.
And yet, instinct told him she mattered—more than anything.
Nina nodded gently. "Yes. Nina. Do you remember now?"
She hoped he would. The Idir from before, at least, had listened to her. That was far better than this cold, unpredictable version of him.
"Nina…"
