The birds. There was something in that, something that scratched at the back of her mind. But it was gone again, and then the butterfly was wafting off towards the courtyard, leaving her to watch it drift away from her precarious perch.

"...we can't be afraid of what we become. Can't be afraid of falling, or we will."

Her fingers closed into her palm, pressing against her own chest gently before glancing back towards the templar, hovering so close. Ready in case she did.

"Nerva told me that if I fell, I might hurt someone."