It seemed strange to think that those who stayed behind in Asgard had lived whole lifetimes while it had only been a matter of just over a year for her, although it had been a busy year at that. Masyaf continued to grow and flourish under Altaïr's guidance, Darim had grown into the stout, confident little boy who was now contentedly sucking on his candy and watching Riley with bright, curious blue eyes and Sef... Sef had nearly half killed her coming into the world but that was an injury she had no desire to recall or hold against the baby in her arms.

"Busy and productive," she said, glancing down at Sef briefly as he grumbled into her shirt before turning her attention back to Riley. "But it has only been a year for me, tell me of what's it's been like for you. What has it been like here for you?"

She could see from the way the girl held herself now that there was a maturity and wisdom there that spoke of a life well lived, and she was keen to learn more.