"I... am not sure acquaintance is the best word. Your highness. I..." Crowe frowned. Her memories were so small and vague. "I think I might have been somebody who was supposed to fight for your sake. But that doesn't fit..." She waved a hand, IVs hanging from the arm attached to it. "I don't know what's going on. But if I can make you glad, I'd like that. I'd like that very much."

The last came as a bit of a rush, and then Crowe's cheeks darkened a little.

"I'm sorry. That was... forward."

But not false, she realized. She was very, very eager to please this Princess.