That wouldn't surprise me, actually. It'll probably be full of falsehoods and glorified. Romanticised.

[Just like bard songs, actually.

After a long drink from her goblet, she stares at him from over the top. He doesn't seemed inclined to drop it. Is he merely making conversation or does he have a genuine interest? Does it even matter? Clearing her throat, she lowers her drink, simply holding it between her hands.]

I'm looking for something. So I guess I'll just resume my search after things. Provided that... things end up in such a way where that luxury is provided to me.

[Debatable. She's tried not to think too much of the future. Maybe, in that respect, she isn't so different from him.]