[He's so used to being completely forgotten—an unfortunate trend that has only amplified upon arriving here—that he double takes at her question. And her. But no, he's certain he's never come across a girl quite like this before. No amount of pollen or sap could make him forget about that. The only women he interacts with at all come from a distant past in which she doesn't quite fit.
She must be seeing things. Still, it's a nice feeling.]
I can't say that we have. [Then a thought crosses his mind.] It could be that you met a different me. There's quite a lot of them out there.
[He crosses to her and holds out a hand seeing as she looks like she's about to fall over. Fortunately the remaining vines can't quite reach them right here and they don't seem to possess the ability to regenerate at will. But they're still going to have to fight their way out in this deplorable state.]
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She must be seeing things. Still, it's a nice feeling.]
I can't say that we have. [Then a thought crosses his mind.] It could be that you met a different me. There's quite a lot of them out there.
[He crosses to her and holds out a hand seeing as she looks like she's about to fall over. Fortunately the remaining vines can't quite reach them right here and they don't seem to possess the ability to regenerate at will. But they're still going to have to fight their way out in this deplorable state.]