The fan pages had never quite described it that way. It had been all about the tragedy of it all, brave but doomed. A reckless love to throw herself towards a certain death. It's so different to hear it from him. She picks at the words and finds bits of herself in there. Her eyes trace the words once more, her whole face lighting up at really finding that shaard of herself, that rebellious little hint of herself, in this other person. She'd likely never meet her but it's enough.

"It seems like it! Brave, strong and smart seem like a lot to live up to. But we're already pretty similar, I hear. For instance, we both do cat puns, which means we're both purrfect."

If she were a troll, this might be what finding her ancestor would feel like. A sense of understanding, obligation, someone to look up to. She isn't, but the feeling lingers all the same.