[ The queen frowns. How might she feel, if she could not remember which memories belonged to her, and which did not? That way lies madness, she's certain, but it is not despair he needs. It is strength, and she has so long been strong for her people, for those she has loved, that the answer comes easily. ]

You do not rejoice in inflicting harm upon anyone. [ She does not care what the others have done; it is only him she is here for. She turns her head enough to face him more directly. ] You are here now. Even if you are uncertain of all the rest, remember that.

[ It does not matter where here is. Now he is here with her, in a cave, sheltered from a storm. Perhaps tomorrow, here will be the desert. Perhaps in a fortnight, here shall be a more forgiving place than either of them know. There is power in awareness, in knowing where he is. ]

Tell me of the things that make you happy, [ she invites. There is comfort in his casual closeness, now flush against her side. He had spurned her affection because he had not known what to make of it, she realizes that now. ] The things that make you laugh.