The question hung in the air.
Heavy.
Dangerous.
Calling out the inconsistency everyone had been too polite to mention directly.
'Shit. They're right. If I claim amnesia, how do I explain knowing advanced metallurgy?'
[Quick, Fur! Say something smart!]
'THAT'S NOT HELPFUL!'
Faelyn forced herself to stay calm.
Projected confidence.
Met the questioner's eyes directly.
"My hands remember what my mind doesn't," she said simply.
The crowd murmured.
Considering.
"I don't remember where I learned this. I don't remember the instructor's face or the place I studied." She held up her hands, showing them to the gathered workers. "But when I see metal, when I touch ore, when I smell hot iron... my body knows what to do. The knowledge is there even if the memories aren't."
Not entirely a lie.
Her body DID remember.
Just from a different world.
A different life.
