IC Inbox: In the Night

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Oh-- sorry.

[So that's what the hand was for. Oops. The Soldier ducks their head sheepishly and takes off their coat, offering it. There's still a couple layers of shirt and jacket, but it's just the coat that's the problem, they're pretty sure.

The word isn't familiar enough, but maybe once they see the things.]

I'll help. If you tell me what to do. The dreidels didn't bring the memories back, but I knew how to play.

[Still looking kind of embarrassed, they add,]

I don't have a lot of memories from. Before the war.