[Despite herself, her heart rate picks up the moment he takes her hand in his, and her fingers curl slightly against his at the reassuring pressure he offers. She turns to face him, looking up at him, eyes wide. There's a warm comfort in what he says, reaching out and speaking to her in a way that no one else has ever since she's woken from her slumber.

Everyday it seems as though she needs to bury Altea further and further, getting rid of what is familiar for the sake of a brighter future.]

Lotor... [There's a small catch in her voice, then quiet for a moment as she searches for what to say in response to something so personal. She allows herself to move closer, wrapping her arms around him and pulling herself into a hug, cheek resting against his shoulder as she stands on her tiptoes.] I... [she still cannot find what exactly it is she wants to say.] You have made me feel hopeful in a way I never imagined I could feel.

You brought me to Oriande, brought me closer to my...to our Ancestors in a way I hadn't thought possible. [she rests more easily against him.] I am glad you're here.