[She can't help a small, sad laugh as she reflects on the fond memory. Its brightness bites at her conscience. Should she feel bad, bringing up happy memories, when there was so much to feel sad about?]

Yes. It was the only weapon I took with me when I left my tower. I know, it sounds very silly, but...it really was quite useful. There we were: me, Flynn, and Pascal, up against the king's guards and a horse named Maximus in a gorge, teetering between the edge of disaster and adventure. We were cornered, and so we had no choice but to fight.

[Okay, so she's making it sound a bit over-dramatic. But, that's just good storytelling, right?]