His words only sent sharp lightning streaks of pain through her head. "T-the falls?" Fyfe murmured, her eyebrows pressed together in confusion. Her breath came in short, almost panicky gasps, and it took a second before everything clicked back into place.
The water. Filling her nose, her mouth, her lungs. The rocks. Beating her small body, breaking bones, a sharp pain in her skull as a stone hit her head. Someone was screaming, though it was probably her. She got hit by a rock again, this time at the base of her spine and the back of her head. Bright white spots, dancing behind her eyelids, before she couldn't feel anything anymore. Waking up a year later, her entire memory of her life before gone, in an abandoned temple somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Growing up there, listening to the god of the temple speak to her, and, eventually, being sent out to make her own way once she was old enough. She didn't know the name of the god, he hadn't ever told her, but she had felt the kindness there.
Then came the memories from before. Davin, her family, even the lavender. Her mind reeling from the flood of memories that came to her, she fell to her knees, her shoulders shaking, and tears falling from her eyes. Holding her head in her hands, she slowly reached down to touch the ring. It had been her father's, she remembered the day that he'd given it to her, telling her not to ever lose it.
"D...Davin...?" she stuttered, her skin now paler than it had been earlier.