Jogging one's memory gets tougher and tougher, as time goes on.

[Trust is a large word — but in reality, Meja is trusting. Because she always expects the worst, but hopes, if just a bit, for the best. Life has not stamped out that hope, yet, and unless something devastating happens, it never will. It's a candlelight in a storm, one that hasn't gone out yet. It defines part of who she is.]

Perhaps I can help with that, too, somehow. Though I doubt our magic works the same way.