Crow looked up at Penelope fondly, reminded of everything he loved about her as he held her gaze. At the moment, he couldn’t recall why he had kept his old plans a secret from her. He wanted her to know that he’d always cared for her deeply, and that his thoughts about wanting to stay with her for the rest of his life weren’t new. She was by far the most important person in his life, and she deserved to hear it. Everything he said about how he felt towards her was the truth.

His smile widened into a delirious grin as the knight leaned down to kiss him on the cheek and whisper into his ear. Her words sent a thrill of excitement through him. He was elated to know that she wanted to marry him too. In the back of his mind, the knowledge felt familiar, but he was too disoriented to remember why. Besides, he didn’t want to dwell on it now. At the moment, he was simply caught up in his gladness to know that the intentions were mutual.

When Penelope pulled back again and murmured something about Olivia, Crow frowned. “Painkiller?” he repeated out loud with a curious edge to his voice. “What’re you talking about?”

At that, Olivia snorted, “I think Hazel’s medicine is giving our resident thief some major memory loss.” She stepped a little closer to the bed, seeming to take interest in him once again. “Hey, Collin,” she smirked, finding amusement in using the name she had just discovered. “Do you know where you are?”

Crow turned towards her with a blank expression. “A tent,” he stated plainly, wondering why she would have asked him such an obvious question. “Do you know where [i]you[/i] are?”

Olivia rolled her eyes, “I know we’re in a tent, genius. I want to know if you know where this tent is.”

At that, the thief paused. He felt like he should know the answer to that question, but at the moment, he came up empty. “No…” he said slowly, looking around with a bit more concern as he tried to figure out where he really was.

“Thought so,” Olivia snickered. “How about this one: Do you remember when Layth was here?”

“Layth was here?” Crow’s eyes widened in alarm.

The knight whistled, “So, you don’t remember being attacked or anything?”

Crow just shook his head, shifting uncomfortably on the mattress. Like her first question, he felt like he should remember all the things she was asking him about, but he had no memory of any of it. There was just an empty hole where the knowledge was supposed to be. Feeling distressed, he turned to Penelope with a worried look, “What’s going on? What is she talking about?”