[She rubs at her temple a bit longer, giving her mind time to process everything that's just been uploaded to it. Memories have flooded on in, a couple of years worth of things that she thankfully doesn't have to process because her mind already feels as if she's lived through them. Everything settles quickly enough, and her hand drops away from her head so she can reach out to curl her fingers around his wrist.]
I was given memories somehow, Clark. Years worth. I'm fine, I promise.
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I was given memories somehow, Clark. Years worth. I'm fine, I promise.