“do you make these?” it wasn’t the smoothest approach, lincoln realizes; sneaking up on the woman. but he had been so wrapped up in his head since he saw her the first time, it was a miracle he’d strung a sentence together. luna had explained where they had found her, how she didn’t remember anything, and after he explained who exactly she was, well... they’d decided it be best to let her remember on her own time. to let her memories come back when they wanted. no point in rushing the woman, when her mind wasn’t ready yet. making a careful step around the corner that he had been mostly hidden behind, he makes a motion to the candles and offers what he hopes is a friendly smile. it was hard, judging how he should react, given their history. “the candles. do you make them?” if she did, it was one thing she remembered. one thing that gave him hope.