She stood somewhat... awkwardly. It didn't start out in such a way, but when she heard him, there was a definite change in the way she carried herself. Not a softening, but certain some form of...

Well. One could have said she was stirred. Perhaps that was the best way to put it. And while one could have said their reunion was 'touching,' she felt a horrible sense of regret seep into her. Without knowing what it was truly there for.

Simply on his words alone.

He only remembered her from his youth. What could that even mean? Except in the same way that she'd known it was him when he pulled down his hood, she seemed to know enough what he meant. Like a truth she didn't want to look at. A reflection of reality that she didn't want to see. His reality.

And perhaps that was because she knew if what she thought it was... She couldn't do anything about it. Just because she was in front of him in the present...

Ziio looked aside momentarily. "...Yet this moment stands, as do we." Because she felt like she wasn't ready to hear what more he had to say on it. Not that she wasn't strong enough to handle it, because she was. But that because the fact of the matter was no matter happened in his past, it clearly wasn't the case for the present.