Друид: Aoife...? C-can it be?

Ифи: Yes. I'm here, love.

Друид: But how...?

Ифи: It matters not. Tell me... do you feel it? Your memories returning.

Друид: I feel it, aye. But they're... {fractured.} There's still so much I dinnae understand.

Ифи: Remember how we were drawn to him... believing him one of the Maji of old.

Друид: Aye... we were fools...

Ифи: Not fools... just deceived. Even I could not see the King's true face until it was too late.And when I did, he... took me from you.

Друид: I should have saved ye... I should have done more—

Ифи: Hush... that is not your blame to carry. That grief made you wander the wilds, lost to all but your own pain.

Друид: I... remember... years of solitude... roaming...

Ифи: And yet here you are. That is what matters.

Друид: Nay... none of it matters. Not without you.