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[mollyprewett]

Cain and Molly had said little to each other over the course of the afternoon. It wasn’t exactly an awkward silence, but more that they were each lost in their own thoughts. So much had changed since Cain had lost his memory, and Molly was still reeling from everything that had happened to her over the last week

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[walker_cain]

He grins as he watches her. His eyes travel all over her, delighting in every curve and inch of skin as it becomes visible and he smiles as he brings his eyes back to hers.

"Good morning, Molly."

He grins at her.

"How are you feeling?"

[mollyprewett]

"Strange." It's the first word that comes to mind. She clarifies, "I don't mean physically."

So much has happened lately. She feels like she's a couple of steps behind, and she wants to catch up.

[walker_cain]

He sits back more and holds out his hands to her.

"Talk to me. What do you mean?"

He watches her, eyes concerned.

[mollyprewett]

She pauses to grab a light dressing gown to slip on, and then goes to sit on his knee trying to think of how to explain.

"You know what it's like to lose something. That feeling that you get inside? Frustration that it's lost, and the need to find it, and then the relief when you finally do?"

Instead of holding his hand, she toys with his fingers in an absent sort of way, not really seeing them, but taking comfort from that that that they are there.

"Well, I've lost my parents. And I don't." She swallows hard against the lump that is suddenly in her throat. "I know that it's no use looking, so there can't be that feeling that you get when you find what was lost... and I'm not making any sense, am I?"