[An honour? It's a strange thing to hear someone say that. Someone like him especially. Aymeric has few reasons, in her opinion, to treat her with such reverence. Although her intentions good, Ysayle regrets the steps taken to get to where she desired. Her final acts were as a form of absolution. Atonement. Now that she is here, she can't claim to have done either of those things.

Or perhaps she has not the arrogance to do so.

Regardless, Aymeric sounds serious. Estinien has offered not once, but twice at least for her to join with them. That they might all travel together. The interests there may align. She can, at the very least, agree that the video devices, though a foreign convenience, are impersonal at best. And she is not an open woman, by any means. Likely happenstance is that any words she and Aymeric exchange beyond expected niceties are not the sorts she would wish random others to pay witness to.]

My legacy...? [The knit of her brow is transparent. She would not call it that.] You refer to my— [Flaws. Imperfections. Errors. Shaken and shattered beliefs.] If such things paved the way for providence, then it was all I had ever wanted. In that have I ever remained resolute. I am... grateful to hear of it.