[Nor is Myr shy about it, if the fond way he smiles toward the sound of Everett's bustling is any indication.] And to think I was here to keep him out of trouble.

There's bits of it still in here, [he continues, losing the smile and rapping his knuckles against one temple,] but they don't make a damn bit of sense together. Like I was falling asleep the whole time but not dreaming, [because dreams would be clearer.

Sounding more frustrated,] I remember going in I fixed on committing whatever happened to memory so it's got to be there, I just can't recall what I put it under.

[Which is maybe a cryptic statement but he's too fixed on the problem of being unable to remember to...notice...]