"I know that feeling." She sighs. "It's a terrible thing, to not know, isn't it? I feel like a fool when I speak at times." Because sometimes she doesn't know what to say, what to do, because certain emotions bubble up and she doesn't understand. "I feel like I'm in a fog."

She smiles a bit, glancing toward Lucina. "I'm glad I am not the only one who doesn't remember anything beyond yesterday."

It was comforting in a way, that she wasn't alone with this feeling of emptiness, of loss, of wonder. Who was she without her memories? She supposes she will just have to find out.