all washed up

She blinked a couple more times, not trying to rise again. Instead, she concentrated on the wolf beside her. His dark coat was damp, and coated in sand. Her frown increased, and the pain behind her head slowly ebbed. But she knew it lingered, remaining. A threat if she tried to move too quickly, or think too hard.

Rhyme offered her a paw, and she took it. Moving cautiously lest she stir the fragile stability her brain had finally fallen into. “That’s…” She started to say, and then paused. His words helped her form a niggling thought. “That implies I know your name better than I do my own, and vice versa” She said. As she settled to her paws beside him. “I’ve got nothing either, but… I guess that means we can trust each other, right? We meant something to each other?” She glanced at him, looking to see if he was following her train of thoughts. If he formed the same conclusions.

"Speech"