--Chapter 8, The Second Day--

Ronon was startled. She was wearing the bracelet he had craved for her, spent hours on, thinking of her. They were sitting at the briefing table, and noticing his where his gaze was focused, was reminded of it herself. She had not had time to think about what the carvings had meant.

"This was in my room, among my things, but I do not recognize it. Can you tell me anything?"

She directed this question to John, handing her bracelet over to the one most likely to answer her questions, not taking her eyes off it. Rodney didn't quite know what to say, but tried, and Ronon, well, he seemed to avoid her.

She had wondered - after coming back through the gate he seemed different to everyone else, in the way he acted to her. Much different from when they found her. But she had loved him! And it wasn't as if she wasn't attracted to him now… if only she could remember. John turned it over in his hands but it was Rodney, sitting next to him, who leant over and said -

"Hey. Aren't those Satedan symbols? We found them in the ancient database when…"

"Satedan…" Teyla repeated the familiar word, but was unable to complete the thought.

John and Rodney looked up at Ronon across the table, arms folded and staring down. Rodney had faded into silence.

"When I came here."

Ronon finished. He stood and spoke to Teyla

"Come on. I want to show you something."

His hand twitched as if to hold it out but he didn't.

She wished he had.

Teyla followed Ronon through a maze of halls, and he did not turn around to see if she was following, nor speak.

Finally he turned into an airy room with padded mats on the floor, and finally he spoke.

"The doc said doing your usual things might help you remember. We spar, every day. Your rods are still here from yesterday" he indicated a bench along the wall of the light room. He picked up his own, beside hers. She noted how beaten they were, and saw why she had carved him new ones.

"You get changed in there."

He began to spin his rods restlessly.