I have no memories from before Mother. I only had knowledge gained from when I was turned into a child... She was older in this memory. It must have been a year or more since the executions.

[ She still holds his hand in a firm, grounding grip. It is a warm comfort, which is something she needs right now even if she'd never ask. ]

With an untamed chocobo as a companion she would have been able to venture safely south, toward the Twelveswood... Or perhaps deeper into Dravania in search of Hraesvelgr's brood.

It seems like something she would have done—to seek out her supposed kin and demand answers.