[She wastes no time protesting--Flynn seems like a wonderful person, and surely he made a wonderful knight, too. It doesn't matter that he forgot; no parent could possibly fault their child for that.]

Th--that's not true! You're trying your best, Flynn! It's not your fault...

[She trails off as his question sinks in, and she looks to the ghostly father-son before her.]

Family... [The term stirs...something. She knows she must have one--after all, doesn't everyone have parents? And she could possibly have siblings, too, but... Nothing specific comes to mind for any of them, really. Just a feeling of...something she can't quite name, maybe because it hides behind the amnesia, just out of understanding.] No...I don't. Do you, Flynn? I mean, this is your father...