He scooted a little closer when she laced their fingers together, to make it more comfortable. This was nice; he could not remember the last time they had had a chance to just sit together and talk. This seemed a safe subject, too, because he suspected the legends were off, if she was not aware of-- of her death.
His heart squeezed at the thought, and he inched just a bit closer.
But she seemed confused by what was a fairly straightforward question. "Yes, our legend." Nodding toward the stack of books which sat on the end of the table in front of them, he added with a laugh, "I know that's not right."