Her chest felt impossibly heavy in that moment, listening to what he remembered, imagining what those moments must have been like for him. "You shielded Sif." She quietly confirmed, deciding then that the prettier lie was better than the truth he might have already suspected. "Thou had saved her. She was there when I went looking for thee. She was some help when I was," she had to stop herself and swallow hard, looking everywhere but up at his face. It was hard enough to lose a fellow knight, but losing Artorias had been the final strike that had destroyed her world. "When I was seeing to the creation of thine grave, but she did not always remain with me."
She cleared her throat and rolled her shoulders, trying to find her sense of self-control. "When you did not return it was, of course, cause for concern. Someone did manage to speak to Princess Dusk and confirm what we all feared. Lord Gwyn," that was as familiar as she ever allowed herself to be when referring to her grandfather, "He made a decision when he heard the news of you and the growing abyss, I cannot recall seeing him so somber yet so determined ever before. He took a number of his knights and left Anor Londo for the Kiln." She would not have to specify, he would know exactly what Kiln she meant. "Where he sacrificed himself and thus the age of fire was bought more time. After that, the others and I went our separate ways, and that was when I thought to make certain that you were properly honored."