Ariadne had to laugh. A bright, bell-like laugh that sang in the air. "Sometimes, I forget about that," she admitted. "But then, I wake up in the middle of the night and I'm in a bed instead of in the water and I panic for just a second, before I remember that I have my lungs again. Can breathe again."

She tried not to dwell on her own arrival too much. Ariadne loved questions like bees loved flowers. Which got especially frustrating when there weren't any solid answers. Better to forget.

Or...try to forget. Alastrian memory wouldn't really let her forget completely.