It's strange, how out of place she feels in this memory with him here. Strange and annoying, the kind of irritation that makes her lip curl up in a snarl. She tightens her grip on his hand, more angry with herself than him. Being here has reminded her that she is flawed and that, after centuries, can still make mistake. Even after so long she is not immune to insecurities.

She loosens her grip on his hand and she follows him like she did his ancestor's teachings.