[Her meal is momentarily forgotten as she tips her head to one side and furrows her brow, bringing a hand to rest against her chin as she considers. The pieces don't fit together, not the way they're supposed to. What he remembers happening doesn't match up with her own experiences— they had not done any fighting in Enbarr, not yet, and she hoped that they would not have to.]

Yes— both sides wanted to be sparing lives where we could. I do not think any of us were happy to be fighting one another.

[It had certainly made her own heart heavy, and she shakes her head before continuing.]

I have always been remembering you as a friend, Claude.