[ She can't decide on what to even say, her surprise mangled into a series of baffled consonants that are not in any way words. When she finally gets a hold of herself, her shoulders tense and she grips onto his hand a little tighter. ]

I'm sorry? What do you mean, 'many times'? - don't answer that, I know what you mean. It's just...

[ She just couldn't... believe it. Many times, many lifetimes? How many? ]

... why can't I remember your actual name?

[ It's as if it'd been scrubbed from her memory. She could see so many new things in stark clarity, but... when it came to her saying his name, it was too far away. It was lost underwater. Why? ]

And let me guess: you'll wait until I remember properly and won't tell me what it is, either.