"Mémoire," she repeats flawlessly, recognizing the word. That's Leonisian! Or... French, she supposes. Either way, he gets his point across. His memory was poor for what happened, and after he explains, she understands why.

For a moment, her expression falters, a look of sadness replacing her wide-eyed curiosity. There's no surprise on her face, though. Someone must have already told her. Perhaps she heard it from the werewolf herself. "Je suis désolée," she says softly, slipping into her childhood tongue, before shaking her head and writing something down.

I'm sorry that happened to you. But I don't know if that's what gave you a rune. Runes are words from the language of Great Ones. In my Nightmare, there was a Great One that was suffering. My friend and I helped it, and then we were able to leave through the broken mirror. This was before the moon goddess.

She bites her lip and rubs at her writing wrist. Even without the language barrier, she feels like her words are inadequate. As much more as she knows than Jim, she still barely understands what it means to have a rune in her brain. And she has no idea what Jim's is.

Micolash would know what the rune means. The very name makes her frown. She draws a picture of a stick figure wearing a cage on its head, in case he doesn't recognize the name.