[there's something truly intriguing about people who are more humanoid, more emotionally attached than they are. the fact that this one speaks so quickly in response to the heavy question is its own curious thing, almost endearing in its own right. but it still makes them hum softly, fingers splayed across their lap amid the shimmery fabric they're wrapped in.]

It's a bit vague, isn't it? Who are you trading your memories with? How many? Which are they of? And do you actually receive theirs? [they laugh, bright and soft.] Really, that's the kind of deal any Fae would be falling over themselves to take.