"Nothing permanent. Except his memory. He'll never remember you again. " 
He thought of reaching out to her but he figured it would scare her. Instead he softened his voice.
"Its OK now. Its time to get up now. Just like you did after you fell off of your tricicle and no one was home. Do you remember? Skinned knees and a sprained wirst. You can do it again." 
He muttered a quick low melody under his breath as he walked towards the door. Healing, for her wrist.
"Who I am isn't important. I need you to forget I was here. I don't want to have to sing you the same song I did him." With that, he turned to walk out o the door, intending to leave her life forever.