[color=f49ac2]“Thank you, you don’t have too but knowing that someone is still trying to help me makes it all the better.”[/color] Iris smiled as she watched him, she knew not to get her hopes up because anything could happen. Her family could collect her, his father could say no. Anything was possible but again the offer had been nice to hear. It made her feel less lonely, that she wasn’t going through this alone. 

Confused at his words she thought on it further, [color=f49ac2]“Oh right… sorry. Of course.” [/color]Rubbing her head with her hand as she thought on it. How had she forgotten that? High Born? The terminology seemed familiar but at the same time she couldn’t imagine why. 

[i]You’d never see a high born cook or clean. It’s beneath them.[/i] It all happened in a sort of flash, a snippet of another memory. It was still dark and hazy, but she had seen the outline of a male sat in a chair smoking away by a fire. The words still echoed in her mind. Never see a high born cook or clean… what did it mean? Beneath them? Was the anger directed at her? 

[color=f49ac2]“I think I did once…”[/color] Whispering her words as she looked over at Cas, still confused on what that memory had been. Had she been told off by her father for doing things like that? Was that her father? The memory was so dark it was hard to see anything but the silhouette of the man in her memory. [color=f49ac2]“I think my father… told me off for it once? I’m unsure. I do love food so maybe I liked to cook?”[/color] It was a rationale explanation and she couldn’t think of any other reason as to what it would have been. Her memory indicated something, but it wasn’t enough to answer her question and it left this odd feeling in the of her stomach. What was she missing?

[color=f49ac2]“Sorry!”[/color] Iris shook her head chuckling as she waved it off, [color=f49ac2]“I’ll probably come out with some other weird things. Please don’t judge me.”[/color] Smiling as she rubbed her arm slightly feeling a little stupid over the offer of help, as much as she thought it had been a genuine nice offer, she couldn’t believe she had forgotten such a thing. [color=f49ac2]“You’ll probably have to teach me how to use a phone.”[/color] Making a joke about her own expense it made her wonder just how much had she forgotten? What else would she say that was completely stupid? 

That memory though had unsettled her slightly, it wasn’t enough to bring back anything of importance. She couldn’t even be sure if that was her father she had seen. She knew that the minute Caspain left her alone she would focus on those small bits of memories, try to piece it together and hope it would bring something more for her to remember.