"Briefly. It seems memories shape us to fit in it. In one memory there was no such thing as my arm so...I had it back." He treads carefully over the subject. His arm throbs as if reminding him that it's gone.

"A lot of memories were strange. Oh and...thank you for helping me out of mine. We didn't find out anything new but, we have something. That's more than we had before." Shiro peels the edge of the cinnamon roll and pops it into his mouth. It's like brushing his fingers over heaven.

He doesn't swoon but he makes a small pleased sound. He doesn't often go for sugar. But this is exactly what he needs right now. "I missed pastries I recognize." Oh god. He missed so many things. "Next time I'm going to push for everyone having proper equipment."