[The forehead kiss has her blushing anew, but the way she tucks her hair behind her ear means she likes it. Always. She slides into the seat, as familiar as anything, and stretches her feet out... Once they're on the road, she's far more amenable to talking.]

That might be for the best...

[She breathes in and lets it out slowly, watching the lights go by as she collects herself.]

In the memory, I was in a sack with a bunch of really bad-smelling pickles. I was being carried around by someone familiar, someone I trusted. He sneaked me past a border guard and then I was able to get out and change.

We only talked a little bit, but he was-- he was a very bumbling knight, older, like a family friend. We talked about some kind of journey. I was trying to find my way back home so that I could do something important, but I don't know what that is.

[She twists her hair around her fingers as she speaks. It never quite curls enough.]

I told him that he couldn't salute me or call me by my title anymore, or else people would know who we were. I went by 'Dagger' instead.

[There's a lot to take in from that statement alone.]

... I really was a princess.