[The mood in the air shifts, and Gilgamesh is glad for it. Merida is indeed brave, and indeed strong. She's returned to herself, and even if she won't sleep tonight, even if this haunts her for a few days, it won't haunt her forever. He questions himself again, wonders why he bothers with this mess...

Even th' brightest star dims sometime, but that just means it's goin' to become more beautiful when it recovers its shine.

...and then he remembers Treun and softens all over again. It was too much. It was too meaningful. He can't just forget it. Drawing his arms around his legs as well, he appears more boyish than anything, eyes losing their sharper edge in exchange for a lighter nostalgia.]

Ah, she was a nasty thing, though. She turned one man impotent and another into a dwarf. She gazed with jealousy upon the women of Uruk, went through suitors like cheap underclothes. She came to me only after victory in battle, and scorned me when I refused her on those grounds.

[He glances over his shoulder at her, but only a little, only to grin.]

I taught her a very swift lesson. Or rather, my friend did.