Knowing that he felt some sort of connection to her made her even more hopeful. Could there be a chance that Lost might eventually remember her? She would have to ask Mother later. Isis looked at Lost as he sat next to her. A only small smile touched her face as he coughed. His voice was the same, and he had the habit of coughing after speaking. She glanced down at her arm. It throbbed lightly, but it wasn't too bad. "It only hurts a little bit." She said quietly, glancing back up at him. She took a moment to get a look at him. He seemed like the same Lost, only he was much more curious.