He breathes in, sharp, feeling himself grow tense as she moves closer. A primal part of his mind screams to put space between them, to draw his weapon, but feet remain planted to the stone beneath them - hands idle at his sides.

'I know' sits on the tip of his tongue and Adrian frowns. Does he know? He can't claim to know her, aside from a name and her face. Whatever the gods did to bring him back to life tore what memories he had of her from his mind. It leaves him uncertain, hands curling into tight fists as she crumbles before him. Gods, he wishes not to be here, not to face this. The ache in his head and his chest only seem to grow with each moment he looks at her, a walking reminder of what he lost to breathe again.

"It doesn't really matter now, does it? What's done is done." Adrian shifts, watching her move closer, trying not to tense with each step. "But I suppose it brings a little bit of comfort."