"Dam Dam."
Damon's eyes crinkled at the nickname Aila used to call him when they were kids. They first met when she was five and stubbornly changed his name, not because she couldn't pronounce it. No, the girl said she didn't like his name. She ignored his constant protests until he relented, and it finally stuck.
"You remembered?" Damon asked her.
"Not all of it. Just parts of that night.." Aila trailed off, "I guess we escaped?" Damon nodded his head, "Thank you."
His brows drew together in confusion, "For?"
"Rescuing me? Helping me escape.. That's twice now, actually…"
