[Doesn't move immediately, even when she can hear and sense him approaching - and even when he kneels down she doesn't move to turn away from watching down below.]
[...]
[When she does turn to him, she doesn't seem surprised or uncertain to see this stranger kneeling there before her. Instead, she steps towards him. Calm, despite everything... knowing, perhaps inherently, that this person would not harm her.]
If you would come this far to find me, there must be something you wish to say to me. [... Breathes out a little, reaching out and taking his hands, raising him up from the ground] There's no need to bow before me, for that reason.