In spite of the days being relatively difficult to handle, the princess of Renais seemed to recall the mistletoe with some idle pleasantries. The year prior she had been caught by one alone, and while good fortune never seemed to last, she wasn't particularly turned off by kisses upon the cheek. In fact, she had given and taken plenty in exchange.

Mistletoe was still a plant for lovers and affection and even in the mess of her own plethora of issues, she didn't outright dislike the plant or what it stood for. In fact, it almost made her want to fix everything she could. If she could. Mistletoe was inspiring when it came down to the sense of things.

She strode carefully beneath the plants, unarmed as she tried to keep herself, but she was constantly eying the ceiling, the walls, and every which way. Just to avoid getting herself stuck on too many things. Who knew how effective that'd be, however, because chances were her trying to avoid a plant probably meant bumping into someone accidentally along the way.

[A list of Eirika's memories can be found here for your convenience. Good and bad memories alike.]