We only met once. But sometimes... [ Sometimes profound connections don't take long to form, and she closes her eyes a moment, lips thinning. She's angry that she didn't get a chance to really know him. Angry that he didn't get a chance to heal.

The the anger fades away, and she's just...sad. ]

He was ancient and brilliant and wounded. Shattered, I think, by something he'd lost. He promised to teach me whatever I wanted to learn, in return for never being his Warden because he didn't want me to waste my time.