Yeah, things aren't what they seem around here. [Someone says to her left. When she turns her head a man is standing a little ways away with an unreadable expression on his face. His dully pointed ears are framed by his long, dark hair.

His armor is a crisp sleek white with red accents. He takes a step closer, but he only bridges the distance as much as he has to. Whatever he's feeling it shut away behind too many guards. He can't afford to let the hurt and frustration at Mu for doing this show. Or dare feed any hope he has. His student, his friend...who might not remember anything.]

Probably better to put it aside for a bit and see if things return to what you saw. The rules are murky in Mu but, can't hurt to try.