No one here who'd care enough to poison us, X remembered. The words repeated themselves over and over in his head while he stared, wide-eyed and frazzled, at Zephyr. No one here who'd care enough to poison us. This wasn't Actacea. Old habits died hard, but this wasn't Actacea.

"I..." X started, with the vague idea that he'd known exactly what to say just a second ago, but it left his head the moment he reached for it. "I... I think I'm okay."

He thought hard for a few seconds longer, then nodded firmly. "I'm okay," he said. "I don't remember anything about you. I mean, I do, just... not from your perspective. Not thousands of years, thank Asri." X paused, and some of the frazzle returned. "Sorry, did you say a month?"