Mackenzie felt like a newborn, wide-eyed and wobble-legged, as she and Sebastian walked around the party. This was her first public appearance back in England, and--- and it was terrifying. She hadn't stopped clutching Sebastian's hand since they walked through the door, saying as little as possible to avoid any unfortunate occurrences. So many people were here! What if someone came up to them and she had completely forgotten who they were? Or a false memory provided her with something inappropriate?
It was difficult knowing she couldn't completely trust herself, a feeling Mackenzie had never thought she would experience. But, her situation now was much better than before. It was... becoming easier to differentiate. She and Sebastian had even come up with a game of sorts to help with those instances when she would get too confused.
Sebastian. Mackenzie instinctively moved herself closer to him as they walked back to their table, her other arm slipping to wrap around his as she rested her face on his shoulder. He had been absolutely wonderful the entire time, being nothing but a loving, solid rock through this.... memory-brainwashing ordeal. She couldn't be more thankful, or feel any luckier without him. It was just--- she knew--- she just loved him so much.
Blinking slowly, Mackenzie realized they had come to a stop. Looking toward his face, she gave a small smile. "I'm fine," she spoke softly, knowing the look currently on his fall all too well.
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