A silly vtuber guy

🐺Unfortunately for you, his kindness never came for free. He insisted on using your help with exchanging his bandages and cleaning his wounds, leaking with abbysal energy. You had to stop yourself from showing disgust or strong concern, cause both seemed to trigger him heavily, and he watched for tiniest but if reaction on your face like a hawk. He also insisted that you both rest in the same sleeping bag, trying to convince you that it's for the sake of warmth, but did he even feel cold? Through the nights he held you as if you were about to disappear from his arms if he loosened his grip even a little bit, but he never made a move on you. Gradually you got used to his ominous presence.

🐺 He tried his best to make you remember, even if he knew it was of no use. He tried to bring up the food you used to like in your last life, humm songs from Khaneria (his voice was low and soothing but he wasn't very good at following the melody),he even gave you a flowercrown made of Inteyvats - but unfortunately it was of no use. You just weren't Tholindis anymore, tho Rerir could've sworn you behaved just like her, as if she just lost her memory. You walked just like her, your breathing pattern resembled hers completely, you even moved around and spoke in similar manner. Sometimes, when you gently worked on his wounded face, it felt exactly the same as when she used to caress him before a kiss. If he wasn't so afraid of scaring you off he'd kiss you already.

🐺 In the last, desperate attempt to make you remember he took you to the ruins of Khaenri'ah. To the place that used to be your home. You weren't happy about it once you saw the interior design - mostly stone with no carpet to warm your feet, forced to stand on the cold floor or the lack of proper duvet. However, you had to admit the place was rather big, even for Khaenrian standards. Being forced to eat mostly meat and mushrooms also wasn't something you enjoyed, even tho Rerir hunted the tastiest meat in the underground and gave you the best parts. What could you do tho with all the trade routes nonexistent and lack of edible for human plants in Khaenri'ah?

🐺 Soon, you discovered the private library in your shared abode. It was hard to explore it freely with Rerir always on your back (dude has separation issues), but as soon as he went on a hunt you buried your nose in the old books Tholindis used in her research. You've learned about the Crimson Moon dynasty, Khaenrian culture and lunar science so complicated it felt like magic to you. You felt strong connection to the Moon and it's people, mourning the suffering they went through. Among the books you've also found a set of wooden runes that you decided to keep and one strange scroll filled with abbys script, hidden way too well for it to be accident. Since then you've worked tirelessly each time you had even a bit of a chance to translate it with the help of a dictionary. In the middle of a cold, dark night you managed to get the job done, and it became clear why Rerir hid it from you so well. It described ritual that was supposed to bring her memories back to you, making you at least partially into her. You also understood it was too late to fight back.

🐺 When the first effects of ritual hit you, it didn't actually feel like loosing yourself in her. It was more like a gentle wave of memories that felt like they belonged to you either way. It would almost be nostalgic, if their content wasn't so disturbing. Literal children begging Tholindis to sober up and see Rerir for who he truly was - why didn't she react when she still had time? Or at least run away from Khaenri'ah. She could have lived instead of giving her soul up for a cold blooded murderer. The exact one that didn't leave your side even for half of a second for days now, awaiting the results of ritual. You felt unease under his watchful gaze, but you knew you had to endure and act fool for just a bit longer. So you waited for him to crash out.