"... why would they want to forget?"

She didn't know who "he" was, or who "they" were, but she knew that it didn't exactly sound hospitable to want to forget someone. If that was what they were forgetting, anyway.

Whatever he was talking about, he sounded sad as he talked about it, so she shifted a little closer, turning her inquisitive touch to his arm into what was intended to be a comforting one.