"Different places, then." Gabriel sighs and sits back. "And yet close enough that your memory triggered one of my own. I suppose battle must have been common in some of the places that people came from, it's the fire that seems out of place. And that they both took place in the mountains."

Leaning forward again, he looks straight at Thorir. "If this is the only unpleasant memory that will return I'd be surprised. There will be good memories as well, but it seems that for most people who they were in the past was someone important - someone to whom things happened to. Have you thought any more about talking to Mardís?" Because she'll notice eventually, and Gabriel can be there and he can understand, but he can't provide comfort in the same way that the woman that Thorir chose to spend his life will will be able to. And aside from anything else, the bigger support system they have the better it'll be.