There is a small, somewhat pained smile as G'raha decides to accept that, firing off another arrow. "Not directly, I know. An old friend has recently told me the tale... at the time I first entered the Tower, I had thought her among the lost."

He stops his practice for a moment, letting his arms fall to his sides.

"...it is a strange thing, being both my young self and old self at once. Bitter memories that had grown dull have become clear and fresh once more."