"Artorias." What felt like ages ago now, the four knights would train together. Ornstein would trade his spear for a staff, and early on that had put Ciaran into a false sense of ease, at least until he managed to give her such a fierce strike to her head that he'd knocked her unconscious and left her mind jumbled for a good day after. Sitting there, listening to Artorias explain and then ask her questions, it felt incredibly similar to how her mind had been left spinning after that battle with Ornstein. She had to take a moment for herself before she could even think to digest anything that was happening.
There was Artorias, still a giant of a man in comparison to her even as he knelt before her. A man who she had so desperately loved and admired that at every turn she found herself changing her life for him. She had aimed to be the best of the Lord's Blades to earn some of his attention, and once he fell she had abandoned her life to see him properly honored and remembered, something that she had thought she had been killed for. It was difficult to ignore the impulse to leap up and throw her arms around him, to hold him to her and know that he still lived, but she did ignore it, knowing he would have been as uncomfortable with her touch as he'd always seemed to be.
She nodded, more to herself than to him and wiped away the slobber Sif had left on her cheek with the back of her hand, not meeting his eyes as a small frown came to her lips and brow. "Are we dead?" She finally asked. "Thou had fallen, and I- I thought I had just been slain." Her last word had been his name and now she was seeing the very man before her. It felt almost too fitting to be true.