Medusalith was going to bundle up Blackagar saying her name like the precious thing it was, keep it deep in her mind where nothing could take it from her except amnesia. If her eyes were a little shiny, well. She would thank any onlookers to pay that no mind. "We can't stay here, Blackagar," she said, her hair gently nudging him toward her. "This isn't home. It's...another kind of room to be locked up in. He tried to keep me from you," she told him. "I couldn't find you, and I was so scared. But I'm here, now, and we have to go. Together."