[It occurred to her as he spoke that he'd learned a decent amount of her nature whilst he'd been in Avalon. Perhaps he even knew of her name or her legend.]

I wonder about that. Our names and legends are written into everything we are- in a way, we are still bound to them. Our present is stained by our past.

...But you're right, in that this world is a different one, without the associations of the one I came from.

[His serious remark received a serious reply in kind- Caster, after all, was always one to reflect how she was treated- surprised though she was by his consideration. She'd been bracing herself for more of his snark. To laugh or mock. To say that one like her could never hope to be such a thing, what with his earlier remarks! But that never came. And as such, a little more started to slip out.]

And even then... I can't help but wonder if at least my homeland grew to remember me with a little warmth, after all this time.

[That made her voice waver ever so slightly. After all, if Belgium's comment were to be believed, a statue had been raised in her honour in recent years, in what was once Colchis.

After all this time... a woman like her was being honoured?]