With an almost triumphant flick of the wrist Sieglinde managed to remove the last of the twigs that had embedded themselves into her sleeves. "Yes, Wolfsschlucht is German for 'wolf's ravine.' You don't remember going to Germany, either? I don't really know how far away Germany is from England, but it must have been a long trip..." She frowned, still unaware that the cause of his memory loss was not the miasma but the world they were currently in — but she was beginning to have her suspicions. "Perhaps there's some other reason...?"

She listened to his comments patiently, at least up until he asked about his servant. "Is he harsh with you?" she asked curiously. It was difficult for her to imagine Sebastian being harsh when — as far as she had seen — he had been the epitome of the perfect butler, and always had sweets to spare. "I thought he was really quite patient with me. And he spoke the most excellent German!"

Very slowly the little witch rose to her feet with the support of a nearby tree, wincing slightly when she lost balance for a moment and put pressure on her toes — but soon enough she was firmly anchored on her heels and capable of walking. "Anyway, I don't know if I would say you were falling apart... well, you weren't dead anyway, thanks to my treatment. I can tell you what happened to you if you'd like — but do you mind leading me back to your ship first?"