[Ardyn frowns in obvious disapproval as his hand is slapped away. God, what a stubborn little brother. Some things never change, and Ardyn has not gotten out of his habit of fussing over him when it's obvious he's neglected taking care of himself.

He clicks his tongue, vaguely annoyed.]

Very well. You wish to know? [Guess what? Ardyn's priorities have flipped around. He's now more concerned about Fynn's health (the idiot probably overworked himself again) than he is about talking about memories. So Fynn gets the most flippant answer Ardyn can manage. It's basically the sparknotes version of the conversation he was planning on having.]

I remember three strange monsters, being an insufferable individual on a train full of snow, and healing the sick.

[Patronizingly:] That took far less than three hours. You can spend the rest of it in bed. Resting.