[Athilea Majiri]

She tilted her head slightly at him before they started for a different door. He still held her hand, and she did not complain. Instead she followed him, matching his pace as they went through hallways that she did not think she could ever remember.

She allowed herself to look over the decorations as they walked before stopping him for a moment to look at a rather large painting that depicted a stormy sea. There was a large ship that seemed to be struggling against an even larger whirlpool as lightly touched the waters around it. The woman moved closure to it, examining it a moment.

"We have a similar painting. I think the artist was different though." With that she shook her head and turned back to him. "I am sorry. I know it must be silly for me to stop just to look at a painting." She licked her lips lightly before she could continue, "I always liked our version of the painting. That is why it caught my eye."