Sieglinde furrowed her brow in confusion as he knelt by her side and claimed to not remember her — he seemed to recognize her well enough in Germany, even in his addled and blind state, so why was he showing signs of memory loss now? "You don't remember? You were in bed the last time I saw you... I changed your bandages — you were healing faster than expect... ed..."

Suddenly, she realized that something was wrong — the boy before her could not possibly have been the same Ciel she had treated only days prior. His skin showed no sign of miasma poisoning; moreover, even though he was recovering more quickly than she had predicted, her patient hadn't been in any condition to move around. Logically, the Ciel she was talking to could not have been the same Ciel staying in her manor — yet he had responded to the same name...

So then what?

So then who?

"...you don't have a brother or anything, do you?" she asked, genuinely confused.

"Well, whatever. We can figure this out once I'm not stuck in these bushes." With another uncomfortable wiggle Sieglinde managed to free herself of the vines ensnaring her arms, sighing with exhaustion and relief. "I can't stand on my feet, see, so I use these balloons to hover a few inches off the ground. But we got caught up in a storm and the wind was really strong... so I wound up here."

She then attempted to pull herself to her knees so that it would be easier to push the ring off her waist to her hips — but since she was resting on the ring, this proved near impossible, and she rolled about helplessly for a few minutes before giving up. "Augh! This — stupid — ugh. Look, I know you're all prissy about getting near people, but do you mind pulling this off me?"