[i]Bartuc.[/i]

The name could not have had a more familiar ring to it and yet no memories reared its head upon the sound of if. She glanced around the room briefly to find the owner of this name; the person who was to be her chaperone. A look of relief was hinted in her eyes upon learning that this person was the half demon man she had met earlier. With a little hop in her step, she followed Bartuc out the door, her expression was almost cheerful. 

For the longest time, Ruinil was silent as she looked at her surroundings hoping to receive some sort of memory or sensation, but alas, nothing extraordinary came to mind. No. This was not completely true. The bitter looks that she received from the holy men and other Templars were something that was all too familiar to her and something she knew all too well. Aside from that, she could feel the most peculiar feeling of rage and bloodlust creeping in from the back of her mind towards those around her. The peculiar part of these feelings were that they were not, in fact, her own, but rather that of her chaperone's.

In an effort to calm him, Ruinil briefly turned around and grabbed Bartuc's hand, then looked into his eyes and smiled softly, before continuing her stroll at a slower pace than before. She grip was gentle, almost nonexistent, but it held warmth. She squeezed on Bartuc's hand slightly before speaking, "It ok...You are... Half demon...? How...? I thought... I only one..." Her words were choppy, as she could not fully grasp the concept of the human language, but were not too difficult to understand what she was trying to say. Ruinil blushed wildly, embarrassed at her own disability and at her own awkwardness. She continued shyly, "Bartuc...? What am I to you...? What are you to me...? ... I feel... I know you... But no memories..."

Ruinil stopped and turned to look Bartuc in the eyes, her cheeks were a bright red and the tips of her ears burned.