[The breadth of his hand over hers makes her heart ache even more. In his own moments of weakness he still seeks to bolster her. An absolute prince, through and through. Even when it doesn't serve him.]

No. I don't expect it would. [Particularly not when he's been buffeted about the head with it so many times. They like their little repetitions, these memory voids.] Losing family is different. When it's the one you love the most, it's different.

[She thinks of Ylfa, whose grandmother is a constant on her mind. That's recent, but it likely won't fade for many years. Sidon will live for centuries it seems, and perhaps that only makes the loss more galling. What happened to the hundreds of years promised to Mipha? How common was it to lose anyone at all, when you grow so mighty and long-lived?]

I think she'd be quite proud of you, though. You've become everything a noble should be. That a brother should be. [She smiles, bringing the hand she grasps aloft to her lips for a kiss.] There is no world in which your love for her isn't a source of strength. And I know hers for you was just as great.

You've done right by her, Sidon. Please believe in that much.