Penelo's blue eyes went wide with surprise. When had Larsa turned into such a charmer? Another blush was threatening to arise and just stay permanently in place with such gallant treatment. Yet at the same time, walking hand in hand was so familiar and comfortable, it was easy to forget the time that had passed.

The blonde's head bobbed in confirmation. "I wanted to visit the gardens we went to before. I know you don't remember it, but I know you'll like them." Then her slippered feet followed the directions to lead the way, as they slowly wound their way through the sprawling city. "There had been a festival in town and..." she paused then, not wanting to bring up that horrid attack by his doppleganger. "... there was a fete with dancing."