After a few minutes to let Xavier fully calm down, Alan sighed softly from the armchair he had sat in. I was inspecting the bandage on Xavier's arm to make sure it was covered properly. I looked over to him then though.
"Sorry," I said almost without thinking. I felt slightly compelled to apologize. Alan's eyes went slightly wide.
"Oh no, Miss Kifa. No need to apologize. I'm just a little jet-lagged, is all." He rubbed his forehead briefly and seemed to refocus his attention. "Is that all you remember?" I nodded softly. It didn't seem like much, but my chest clenched at the memory. Further proof that my father was not who I thought he was. Not anymore. "I was worried that might happen though. With you becoming aware of memories like that, it is more likely that you could trigger them."
