Ashe made no conscious decision to take his hand, rather hers seemed to accept his out of instinct as they passed, together, beyond the archway. What lay within elicited no less than reverent awe from the princess; the platform seemingly floating amidst billowing cloud and green hue.

Sight of other visitors surprised her somewhat, but then grief's reach was far, and though intrigued, respect lowered her gaze to lend privacy to them - to Delita as he stood in silence. Ashe did not release his hand, not even when the figure began to form, a young girl, spirit-like. His lost sister.

She gasped, able only to gaze upon the image and know she had been the most important person in Delita's life. Coupled with feelings of intrusion came great privilege, for the significance of this moment was not lost on her.