It was difficult for Corvus to imagine a life without his memories. The pictures he had stored in his mind of his childhood - of his parents, and his siblings, and how Abaven had once been - were things that kept him grounded. When their absence was too much to bear, at least he had his memories to lean back on, but it seemed like Ballad had... nothing? Besides her brother. He could only hope that if her memories might be traumatic, maybe there was a good reason they'd been locked away. But still, he frowned somewhat sympathetically, hoping that talking about his own life wasn't something that'd be seen as insensitive to her, and luckily... it didn't seem to be.
If anything, she seemed to grow more comfortable around him, and he tilted his head in her direction for a moment as he saw her walking closer, moving to sit beside him. He offered her a faint smile, though his attention shifted back to Abaven's lands in the distance. Corvus shook his head slowly at her question though, wishing he had an answer for her. "No, it doesn't sound familiar to me," he replied softly. "Do you think it's where you were born?" He added curiously.
