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When she awoke, her vision was blurry and her mind clouded with confusion. Slowly she regained consciousness, her head throbbing rather painfully, limbs weak and sore from trying to keep her upright. The last thing she remembered was the earth roaring, a terrible explosion cracking through the land, and something hitting her head. Gradually she was roused from the darkness of unconsciousness, a voice prodding her, asking if she was okay.
A whine escaped her lips, vision taking a long moment to adjust to the site of Maverick. Only, he was only vaguely familiar now -- like a memory of something she could not grasp. Epiphron shifted away from his touch, finding it strange and unfamiliar to her. It seemed her concussion had rendered her memory defective, at least for now. "What was that?" she asked slowly, her words slow and deliberate. Part of her felt as though she ought to know this man, and yet all her hazy stare offered was confusion and uncertainty.