And he proved her wrong, which was a bitter taste on the tongue. Somehow she reeled that in, however, and a long pause at the rim of her goblet ensued. As she eyed him, she knew her gaze was more judgmental than she probably wanted it to be. But old habits died hard and even if he hadn't known who she was, she still would have looked at him like he was an insect to be crushed beneath her foot.

When she finally did set her glass down, she remembered that she wasn't the imp so quick to stir to anger. She could harbour hostility, but at the moment, there were more important things to attend to than revenge. Besides, hadn't the Hero gotten revenge for her?

"The nostalgia warms my heart the way Light warms the Light dwellers." It was inevitably sarcastic and as much as she wanted to say more, she didn't know what to say.