“As far as you remember.” Chéri repeated, as softly as she had, a second violin following the first one. “It’s like trying to remember a dream, mh?” He tried to imagine. He really didn’t have that much experience with the loss of roots, everything that had happened to him had been a choice-even though not yours- and he remembered his language, his home, his family and many aspects of his culture, even though they had now been denied to him.
Chéri proceeded working on Sonia’s spine and shrugged “I… will let you know how I feel once I have been here for a while. How is the pressure?” He asked, thinking about her stressed spine.