[ Luisa is still frowning, thinking back to all the stories she'd heard or read about while growing up; all the myths about fantastical figures going on epic adventures, or of fairy tales with dashing knights or princes rescuing princesses or fair maidens. ]

I...don't know if I ever really thought about that. When I was growing up, I - [ She hesitates a moment, feeling her cheeks and ears flush before forcing herself to press on. ] I had always kind of wished to be the girl being rescued. I always admired how delicate and graceful and pretty the girls in those stories were.

[ And it's only now that she's starting to think...maybe there was a reason for that. ]