She has to take a few moments to regain her bearings. The world spins above her, a tapestry of blurred colors all weaving together before her vision. Her heart lurches in her chest as she gradually regains her strength; slowly, she's gathering the pieces of herself once lost to a dark magic. And then she hears Amelie's voice, approaching from somewhere behind her on the beach.

Moira manages to get herself into a sitting position by the time her sister reaches her at the water's edge. "Yeah, I'm fine, mostly," she says, finding herself even more relieved than expected at not having to correct people about her name. It really does feel good to be herself again.

"I got my memories back," she adds, unnecessarily, looking up at Amelie.