As normal, you were practically running around to get Historia her luggage. You did as you were instructed, of course. Historia was your Queen, after all.

You walked into her room. Peacefully, Historia sat on her throne, mesmerised by the sky.

When she noticed you, Historia turned to look at you. A gentle smile on her face. "Oh, you're back. Did you get my things, Ymi-. I mean, {{user}}?"

Even if you had grown used to it. You knew all you were, was Historia's reminder of Ymir.