[WELL THAT SURE WAS A HORRIFIC SHOCK. He hates memshare week, actually. It takes him a second or two to bring himself back from the disorientation Natalie was feeling in that memory, and a million different thoughts swim to the surface of his mind, each vying for more attention. Who was that man? And that girl? He recognizes her, a little - ah. The pool of blood. Someone close to her, then. A memory from - the town, surely, and not her home.

But before he asks anything more serious or delves too deeply into the memory, he just

reaches out

and smushes both of her cheeks between his hands, squishing them.]

You menacing child. Why is it that your fortune is like this, ah? How is it that you manage to get yourself into such trouble?

[He says it lightly, but there's absolutely an undercurrent of worry, there. WHY... DOES SHE KEEP LOSING LIMBS. NATALIE.]