Just as the memory flooded into her mind, a warm, tingling sensation emanated from her hand, radiating up to her head, filling her senses with the smell of cinammon. Just as her body registered the sebsation, however, her mind was preoccupied with the memory Ruli pushed into her. Everything about it was [i]warm[/i] , a sharp contrast to the first time she had set foot on Ziad. It had life and light, and through this memory she could feel it within Ruli, too. That cloud that always hung over him wasn't here, as if she were looking through the eyes of a totally different man. It made it even stranger to hear his current voice through this memory, though it didn't quite surprise her that Ruli didn't like sweets.

She could see that the girl was someone dear to him. Her easy manner, her brightness, reminded her of Etta, who was just a little younger than this girl. [I]And Zeke![/i] Speaking of different. Kire could see the man he had been through the boy before her now in this memory, and she could see the brotherhood that bound them together.[I]He had been happy once, and in each other's company.[/I] All of that, destroyed by Akuma and Ikegai. It made her chest ache, Ruli's sentiments seeping into her own. 

However, when Ruli withdrew the memory, his hand still holding hers, another image remained in her head. Even as he pulled it away and gave her instructions before disappearing, Kire's mind saw something else: Ruli as he was now, a grown man, smiling at her, hand laced together with hers, as they stood in the streets of Ziad, about to enter an inn. Or a house? [I]A blue house?[/I] When Kire realized she was alone, the image faded quickly. "What was that?" Kire muttered, leaning against a nearby tree, overwhelmed both by what Ruli had shown and the other, strange image that didn't to belong anywhere. 

But she had a task to do. Kire shook her head, slapped her cheeks to wake herself up from the visions, and instead focused on pinpointing Ruli's location. He had chosen the memory well; it gave her a strong sense of his signature, rather than the slightly confusing aura she would feel from him, now that her mind had sorted it out. She closed her eyes, breathed deeply to calm herself, and followed the trail of his signature. It was easy enough, given that they started with a few yards, and that there weren't other strong signatures nearby. The next three times went much the same, but by the fourth she needed to concentrate harder. 

"I have a question. About the Touch. Does it have any lingering effect, if you share a memory? Like, other images or some such?" Kire asked after the fourth time she found him.