He did. [Her own view of what had happened was so warped, twisted through the veil of nostalgia, poisoned by her father directing her thoughts and beliefs.]

Oui, he did! [A flash of anger rises in her. He's still her father. But just as quick as it's there, it's gone.] He kept the inn, did he not? And has done many thefts himself. They call him a wolf, too, you know.

He will never forget me. Her... I do not even know if she remembers me.

We do. Which means we have each other.