Ururu was glad that Brook liked her name, even if it didn't make her happy in the bigger picture. She shook her head, carefully chewing a bite of pancake before she spoke.

"My friends are hurt." The birds had gotten all of them; Ururu could remember that, even if she couldn't remember anything else. She looked down, squeezing her fork tightly in her hand. "I wasn't strong enough to protect them." Ururu knew it wasn't her fault, but she still felt guilty all the same.