Back then... [She closes her eyes for a moment, taking a deeper breath at the flicker of memories.] I was more... driven, then. Even if it was for the wrong reasons. Although... that was when you taught me to ride, with Astrid. Those rides always... helped, even if thinking of them now also feels... exhausting.

[A pause. Her finger idly traces the pattern again before she flattens her palm against the table.] But... perhaps that could be a -- a goal. A larger goal, of the smaller ones I'll have to face to get there.

[Because right now, that feels almost like an insurmountable mountain. There's a slight slump to her shoulders as she attempts to contemplate that process. Her hand returns to tracing the pattern.]