Gela's thinking of it too... she doesn't have very solid memories of those years in the forest, only odd flashes and scents or feelings that invade her dreams. Sometimes she can feel dirt underneath paws she doesn't have any more, the phantom-limb sensation of being four-legged or having a tail, a bedraggled coat and long snout.

Like a memory, of being in the woods, and hunting. Like an animal would.

She's been quiet for a little bit too long. Words jump into her mouth so she says them with no regard for if they sound at all truthful, clawing for a way out. "It's a dream that I have, messere, whenever I'm too tired. That's all. It used to scare me awake on the road."