Firo watches as Maiza drinks, worried that his request won't be well received. in his timeline, the promise is a few years old already. Perhaps Maiza forgot? Or maybe the memories are still too painful? He's trying not to squirm and is on the verge of apologizing and telling Maiza to forget it when he finally speaks.

Firo returns the smile, unable to hide his appreciation. "You really don't mind? Thanks!" Gretto's memories are so faint that it's hard to get many details out of them, and those he does get are difficult to fit together.

He rests his elbows on the table as he leans forward attentively.