She nodded, remembering the image of the King lying on the sand in pain. Then she was here, and she hated herself and hated whoever brought her here when the King needed her desperately. But the King was safe and that was all that mattered. She could put herself at ease here for as long as she had to.
She frowned when his words trailed off but did not question him. Something told her that now was definitely not the time to question what he was going to say. Just like now wasn't the time to mention how short his hair was and how different his clothes were. She wanted that soft hooded shirt back, back they had plenty of them in this time. But such small things didn't matter, not when he was here.
She took his hand when he reached for it, using his hand to pull herself up. Looking up at him, she smiled and nodded. He was right. No matter the situation, they were together. Laughing softly, she threw her arms around his neck.