Annalise smiled. She had met her fair share of elves in the courtroom with her father, however, most were standing trial for a crime against the humans. She couldn't visualize Ash in the same mindset as the criminals. She seemed more peaceful and dedicated to her work.<br/><br/>The mention of Hilden bothered her slightly. She hated the fact that she couldn't remember. Annalise couldn't even recall being unconscious. She blamed the many doctors and their sickening potions. She felt as though she were a test subject- each potion making her feel some sort of sickness with each trial. She remembered the blood-red vial the most. It caused headaches, cramps, and incessant vomiting.<br/><br/>"I don't remember Hilden." Annalise stated. An obvious end to the subject. "I'm glad you're here, though, and thank you for saving my life." She blushed ever so slightly, "I owe you."<br/><br/>"I believe I've been to Timurlane once. As I recall, it was so beautiful. I wrote a lot of poetry there. Although, my attendants rushed me back to the castle at my father's whim. I believe we went in search for some new herbs for teas. Usually I don't join in those quests, but I begged my father to let me go. He can be quite stubborn sometimes, but I'm his single weakness."