Arette's expression grew frustrated again, and she shook her head slowly. "No," she said, her voice becoming more strained. "I can't... I can't remember. Everything's all... fuzzy."
Dominic's heart sank at her response. It was clear that the Euphoralax affected her severely more than he had initially thought. He knew that 200mg was the limit a person could take over seven days, or they could experience permanent memory loss, brain tumours, even death. In Arette's case, the memories she lost might stay lost forever. He didn't want her to lose the precious moments they spent together.
He reached out and took her hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze.
Dominic wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, her skin feeling hot and moist under his lips. "You'll be okay," he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness.
