[Acheron lifts her head skyward to look upon the stars again. She tries to follow the motion to make out the constellation that he's pointing out to her. There's a moment as she lets her eyes close with a deep breath as she takes in the man's words.]

I've not heard such stories before, but I can imagine it. The fierce battle that must have occurred and the man's will to go against such foes. [Instead of committing the words to memory, she will think about the feelings that must have occurred.]

If you are willing to humor me for a moment, would you tell me more? The battle itself and what you might think the emotions they might have felt?