“Where am I; what happened to me; why is there a half-naked... f-f-fairy here!?”
“Great,” you say to the fairy, “you broke her brain.”
“It’s not broken,” the fairy replies, “she’s just having trouble processing what’s going on here. I did restore her memories to before I showed up, after all.” She then turns back to your sister and waves her hand. “She now remembers our last conversation before I changed her back.” She whispers in your ear, “I didn’t want to repeat myself.”
“So, you made me like this, huh. I like it, a lot.”
“That makes one of us.” You mutter.
“Two,” the fairy corrects, “I’m here, too you know.”
“Don’t remind me.” You say.
“Like I said,” your sister says to the fairy “He definitely needs help.”
“That’s why I’m here.” The fairy says proudly.
“Well, if there’s anything I can do to help, let me know.”
The fairy rubs her chin in thought for a moment before finally saying, “You know what, there is some way you can help.”
“How?” Your sister asks.