She stood up eventually, rubbing the back of her neck with a small look of someone who slept on it wrong. She offered him her free hand, grinning at him appreciatively.
"It started with a few people who helped overthrow me," he said with a small frown. "I don't remember well, honestly.'
“But, like... who let you shower?” she asked, tilting her head. “When I tried to report you to the guards, they didn’t know who you were.”
"Shower is a strong word," he said flatly, looking ahead. "It's was more like buckets of cold water."
Her free hand came up to her mouth in shock and she looked up at him, her eyes wide. This very clearly upset her.
He looked down at her with a frown. "Sorry. The time I spend in the crypts weren't really good ones."
She stopped walking and pulled him into an embrace, her face buried in his neck as she pulled him close. “I hate that,” she said quietly, and she sounded a bit like she was about to cry. “You were just a teenager when you did all that stuff. It was a mistake.”
Her hand cupped the back of his head and she held him tightly, her hands trembling. “You were just a baby,” she replied softly, shaking her head. “You just made some mistakes. 200 years, Z...”
