[ To be expected. Lance releases Allura's hand to give her and Coran a little bit of space, sliding his hands into his pockets and grinning. It doesn't... occur to him immediately that there's a problem here, warmed as another piece of the family falls back into place, but eventually it clicks. ]

Uh... Coran? Uno problemo. [ Oh wait, maybe we shouldn't introduce another language into this dialogue. He beckons his attention, reaching back out to take the princess's hand and squeeze it. ] Allura doesn't... actually remember anything.

[ And so he continues to explain the last half an hour to Coran, in significantly less intimate detail, but enough for his friend to understand. ]

My Altean is garbage, otherwise I'd explain it to her myself, but yours is great! Obviously... –I don't know what she needs to know, but you're going to actually be able to explain any of it. [ He looks to Allura, taking out the photo and showing it to Coran . ] This was the photo that helped her remember some things. I think... if we help her remember it'll come back to her on its own.

[ With some hesitance, he switches back to Altean: ] Coran can help. He knows you best. I'll find you better clothes, then we can see our friends. Please talk to him. Silurjoma. I love you. [ A brief kiss on the cheek. ] I'm going to ask Veronica for one of her night gowns, so it'll be a minute. Go easy on her, alright?