[The blessing gives him away well before his arrival, and she's done her best to make herself somewhat presentable for the prince. A blanket draped over her broken legs, her arms folded neatly in front of her, and her book closed and out of the way.

The greeting is as expected, and she smiles weakly.]

If a god tells you their invincible, then they're lying. I've never claimed anything of the sort, you know. [Shaking her head, she gestures to a chair, inviting him to sit.] And no, he was a strong opponent. Not the strongest I've fought, even here, but it was certainly a good fight given the circumstances. [She declines to mention that if she'd had her memories, things would've been over much faster. That seems a moot point, really.]