It’s not long.
One moment he’s helping repair a net so he and Jeer can catch the dinner in their trap that’s too small to be speared, and the next he’s looking up at a face that he’s sure he’s never seen in his life, yet it seems so familiar. A Dunmer, her face lit up with a smile, laughing. He smiles, leaning in to rest his forehead against hers, hearing his name, Peakstar, between giggles and a friendly scolding for being so late. His response, a murmured apology with a smile, excitement fluttering behind his ribs before they kiss, and he’s left with his ears burning and Jeer nudging him, confusion on their face.
The Khajiit brushes it off as best he can, fingers fumbling over the knots as he tries to forget about it. Those are her memories, not his. While he understands the concept, having the memories kept within the Hist sounded like a better idea, rather than kept with the soul.
When Jeer presses, he doesn’t mention it. It’s a private moment, meant for the them in that time and Peakstar’s lover, not for anyone else.
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