[She doesn't really remember her own parents, really. She knows she has them, she remembers small things - her mother's embrace, her father's laugh, but she doesn't remember much else.]
I do not know why I have such trouble recalling the time before the war, but I do. Peter - ah, the High King, he must remember more, but no matter.
[ D'Artagnan frowns a little. Perhaps the war had been more traumatic than he yet understands. Perhaps something else had happened. Regardless, it strikes him as strange, and he shakes his head. ]
Perhaps you'll be able to ask him, some day.
That must be strange, remembering so little of those days. When was the war, my Lady?
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[She doesn't really remember her own parents, really. She knows she has them, she remembers small things - her mother's embrace, her father's laugh, but she doesn't remember much else.]
I do not know why I have such trouble recalling the time before the war, but I do. Peter - ah, the High King, he must remember more, but no matter.
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Perhaps you'll be able to ask him, some day.
That must be strange, remembering so little of those days. When was the war, my Lady?
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If he were to come here, I would ask him many things, but I think I would still avoid the subject.
[That's not a reprimand, it's simply an observation on her part.]
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Forgive me. I should not be prying.
I am sorry for your loss, my Lady.