Satu bristled at his insistence that she was wrong. "I am not," she insisted, half growl and half wail. Why was he being so awful? She knew her own darn brother, ok?
Her hackles slowly lowered as he admitted that he didn't remember anything. She huffed worriedly, trying to think. What should she do? Convince him to go with her to Seracia or Ludicael? She didn't know if he'd refuse because he thought she was some creepy... creeper. Or something.
"Hey, we should really get you to a healer or something," she suggested tentatively. "I mean, if you fell hard enough to not remember anything, that seems pretty serious." What if he did refuse? Would he just live down here next to this creepy fire river for the rest of his life, turning into some weird hairy cave-wolf? Should she stay and keep him company? This whole situation was quite beyond poor Satu.
