"I..."

In the present, here with her, it is nearly impossible to slip back into the haze that clouds his mind. He cannot find the place where he was, though for some reason, the taste of salt - seawater - is faint on his tongue.

"Sometimes, when there is more Light in my stores than my mind recalls how to manage, it has...happened," he explains, trying to be reassuring. "It is not something I fear. I knew...I knew you had hold of me."

Her voice calling his name echoes once more in his head - that he can remember.

"I have been lost before, in..." he contemplates his next words carefully. "In the other direction. That I fear. But this was not that."