[ He tries not to feel frustration with Bazz for the emotional reaction, which is somehow worse, more deeply uncomfortable than any of the explosive outbursts he's had hundreds of years to acclimate to, but Jugram doesn't fully succeed in drowning out the feeling. He hadn't anticipated this response to the shared environment when he was bracing himself for this entire ordeal on the walk over. He's not used to seeing Bazz like this, a sudden change in the landscape of the battlefield. ]

Don't be ridiculous. Of course I remember.

[ He doesn't say it with much venom, but his voice remains firm, impassive. What, did you seriously think I just don't remember any of what happened? ]

We should be safe from the storm here. It may make landfall soon. There's not much to explain about this place, but you may stay until it clears.

[ He really would have preferred to have this conversation in his home or whatever lies behind Bazz's door—or simply out in the open. He shouldn't have humored the request to visit this place—it was shortsighted of him to accept. ]