[ The relief that beats from the god's, no, Istredd's heart is so palpable that he can practically taste it on his tongue. Had he mattered that much to elicit such a response? The memories that slowly return to him tell him yes, that was the case even if he felt like he wasn't deserving of it at times.

He feels rooted to the spot as these memories overwhelm him. ]

The Witchwoods, all over the Horizon, Velan. Anywhere the River might have gone.

[ The next question comes from him unbidden because he is mostly just a one track mind until more memories return to him. A part of him feels guilty for asking, knowing that they're brothers. But perhaps because he knows that is a truth now deep within his bones that can't be erased no matter how many times he dusts and loses his memory (he just can't bring himself to voice it yet), that's why he asks it. ]

When was the last time you saw her? I've been looking but...