Helga took the photograph from Godric and looked at it. Then looked at it again, closer. Then with suspicion, turning it around in her hands to inspect the back, and then with interest. "This is the most amazing portrait I have ever seen. The likeness is incredible, and the canvas is so... flat. Whoever the artist was is a genius. You were very cute, younger." She glanced from the picture to the man beside her, "But I much prefer the mature you."
While holding the picture, she listened to Godric's explanation of the village's history. "I am glad this tyrant no longer reigns. I am sorry to hear that people had to suffer from her wrongdoings."
She looked thoughtful. "No," she flatly said. "I refuse to believe that there is no significance to our being here. How would you know that our actions have no effect if you don't remember upon returning. No. There is a purpose. If only to teach us something. A lesson to learn and bring back with us." She was firmly convinced with this, for she couldn't conceive of any other way."