Reunited | Roy and Ninian
She did not remember dying, but she remembered being close. She'd been ready. Her son was healthy and her husband had known as long as she had that her end would come sooner, rather than later. She'd just been grateful for the years they'd had together--but even still, feeling herself slip off into another ever-longer faint one day close to the end, she'd wanted to weep because she'd never see Roy grow up. Never watch him learn the sword or meet the friends he made or attend his wedding.
But now it all seemed unimportant. She felt alive, again; just very confused. She was in her human body and there were many people around, speaking strange words: Outrealm, Einherjar.
And then, through the crowd, she saw him.
Even though he was only a couple years old when she passed away, she knew immediately that it was Roy. Her own eyes; his father's hair! But there was something all his own about him, now. He'd spent years doing deeds and thinking thoughts she was completely ignorant of.
"Roy!" she called, and ran for him, just desperate to throw her arms around him. She'd missed him so much that she thought she could die a second time; she had to make up for all those wasted years with all the affection she could muster. But she stopped short and hugged herself, instead. He surely would not recognize her. He had been so small. "It is you, Roy, isn't it?"
