Built for Error

"I know," she replied and took a slightly deeper breath in. "The next time you see someone, anyone who could use an extra hand. You help them, that way it will be fair more worth than anything else you could give me," Mariella replied honestly. She didn't need money or anything really for him to repay, she didn't even need him to repay her, but the matter of a nice gesture to someone else who could be in need of help - that was just a matter of being kind, now wasn't it?

Then she listened to his reply to her question about how he felt. She narrowed her eyes a little bit, "perhaps you are trying to hard. Now, I cannot say that I understand the things you are going through, far from. But sometimes when we try to control a situation too much, its when it actually begins to control us instead," she didn't expect for it to make sense to him, who could expect someone to understand how his whole world had been changed around. "I reckon now you have gotten some food, you should get some rest and I will get in contact with my sister, how about that? Maybe some things will return to you in a dream?"

She nodded a little bit as he once again thanked her, this time for the food and coffee, thought it was the least she could do for someone in his condition. Then he left her alone, her eyes followed him. Not that it made her head more quiet that he went a little bit away, she was still able to harvest all the chaos and confusion in his mind, feeling every single bit of frustration going through him. But she let him be for a moment while getting upstairs with the dishes, and calling her sister to ask for help. And well. Ayah had been around a while longer than Mariella had, she knew more stuff, had maybe seen cases like this before. It wasn't like memory loss was a thing listed on her chaotic life, or other than Juniper's of course.

Mariella headed downstairs again, wondered a bit around, giving him his space while she waited for Ayah to arrive or text her at least that she was at the bakery so she could get her.

Mariella could feel her jaw tightened by the strong emotions washing over him, like someone stabbing with knives all over her skin, so she grabbed the counter shortly and took a deeper breath in. Now, hadn't it been for the whole series of events that had happened the previous month she would possibly not have found herself pushed around by his emotions and yet, it was hard not to. Mariella let go of the counter, looking down at where a burned print of her hands now were from hands had been placed. Then exhaling as her phone gave off an sound of a text from Ayah that she was here. Now it wasn't like Mariella knew her sister that well, they had only known each other for a month or so, but they had gotten rather close over that time, then again it was rare that Ella didn't get along with someone, and Ayah was easy to talk to.

She walked back upstairs to fill Ayah in on the whole weird situation they were in, and Ayah followed her downstairs looking around the space her younger sister seemed to have found, she could ask questions about that later. "So, you are saying memory loss? Seems like we get a greater deal of those these days huh," Ayah mumbled a little before following Mariella to the room where Crow had sat down to collect himself, or at least try. Ayah pressed her brows a bit together, because she was very sure that she knew this person. Or at least at some point in her life had known him. "Hey, I'm Ayah -" she presented herself with a warmer smile.

Ayah was very sure that she had seen him before, but in the world of shadowselves and magic - one could never really know. But Mariella knew, because it was the way his mind felt calmer for a second, like he recognized something, then the scream that was on the edge of making her scream. "It's alright, it's alright," Ayah expressed looking from the werewolf then to Mariella. "You go outside and take a breather, I got this," Ayah looked at her younger sister who more or less looked like someone who was boiling up, so Mariella nodded and headed out of the room shortly before he apologized, had shaken her head as it was alright. But right now she did really need some fresh air. "Lance Garnier, does that name ring any bell to you?" Ayah asked a bit more curious. "Your mind is breaking trying to recall your lost memories, and your body aches because you can't really erase anything from it - and the first few days will be the worst, Mariella just went to get some air. She can be a bit overwhelmed by intense emotions if she isn't prepared," Ayah informed Lance with a warmer smile.

Ayah had dealt with various of people before, people who had woken up from comas and had no idea where they were or had suffered from short term memory loss. She had seen people repressing their memories and identities after war scenes or traumatic events. "He was a friend of mine," she replied with a rather clear yet soothing voice. Then walking closer towards him, seeing how his eyes reacted to her being there, his pupils. Pain. She could hear how it vibrated in his scream, how much he was suffering from the aches in his mind.  Ayah walked over and sat down by his side and took his hand, giving it a soft squeeze. "Breathe," she took a deeper breath in, before using her air magic to help him remember to breath, hopefully calming him down. This was how she would try to make it stop, she couldn't take pain away. She couldn't.

She also knew that if he was meant to remember it would come back to him, and once it did it would be over. It just needed to settle. Ayah couldn't tell him when or how much better it would get, first he needed to be able to see clear and through out the pain.

Ayah took a sharper and more collected breath in and nodded a little. "I assure you, it's no trouble," she gave him a small yet assuring smile. Ayah still needed to ask Mariella some deeper questions about how she had found the man and so on, and think about what would be wisest to do before taking another step. Then he opened a little bit more up about how he was feeling. The pain he was going through, Ayah nodded a little bit. It sounded like a time of war. She had watched a few wars from the sideline to help tend the wounded. Because Ayah just hated sitting by doing nothing. I just want all this to be gone, or at least try to control it - she understood that. Ayah had experienced waves of different sort of pains and horrors out her life. She understood that there were times where you just wanted to go bury yourself in a dark hole and never come out. Just let death take you somewhere else, hopefully to a place of peace were you could finally rest. But, there was always someone to fight for, yourself included. "It seems like you are experiencing some sort of memory loss, caused by either a traumatic event - missing time, I hate to ask you this, but you remember anything about death? Any indication in your body telling you something about you having died?" Ayah simply asked because she knew of people even werewolves who could come back after they died. In different ways, but she knew a few variations. But it would explain the missing time, the flashbacks, the panic attacks. "I will help you."