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Saoirse opened her eyes and met his steady gaze. "I'm sorry. That you lost your wife..." She paused and a guilty expression arose on her face. "How long...? I don't know. I have no memory before 8 years ago. I don't know who my family was or even if the had once. I don't even know how old I am or when my birthday is. But for as long as I can remember, it was your name on my wrist. And since I had lost my memory, I have been waiting for the day when I would finally meet you so I would be alone anymore."

She looked at the floor and fell silent for what felt like the longest time. "You hate me... Don't you?" She finally said. "To be paired up with a sloppy, poor, ignorant woman like me must be a disaster..." She sighed then stood up. "Excuse me." With that said she began to leave the room however she stopped at the doorway. "I wasn't lying, you know. I really am happy to have met you and I am thankful that you are my soulmate. You made me truly feel happy and safe and for that... I will forever be grateful for that." 

Saoirse then left to the kitchen and soaked a washcloth in warm water and proceeded onto her hands and knees and wiped the area where the tea had spilled. She picked up the mugs and went to the kitchen sink, emptied out the old tea, then poured fresh chamomile and honey tea into both mugs. She placed Dorian's mug on the kitchen counter, where he could see it. She then went over to her painting and examined it, trying to remember what she was working on prior, for a few moments before looking outside and siping on her tea; carelessly burning her tounge yet again. "Damnit!" She hissed with a slight scowl at her mug.