He must be careful. Moglad was getting a bit too charming. Then again, it was to his benefit that the moogle looked like a tiny flying bear.

Moglad's misguided attempts to impress Ciri, having full convinced he had her attention, means he begins playing his lute as they ride on, swaying in time to his own notes. They are getting to be better now that he's learned how to alter the instrument to fit his tiny paws.

At least he has the good graces to not add lyrics to them.

"Understandable. It's quite unsettling." He pauses. He, too, had forgotten someone so important. Important in a different way, yet... a part of his friend had found its way to him, too. Despite his head being empty. "Well, worry not. Geralt won't take it personally. He was the same way as us. We all went through it." He pauses, unsure whether he should say it. Whether it's his to say or not is less important of whether it may make things... awkward.

Still, he thinks it's flattering, personally.

"But a part of him yet remembered you. I'm sure a part of you remembers him as well. That, once you find him, your heart will remind you that you belong."