[Allura's eyes widen an indiscernible amount as a quiet gasp at the intake of cold air. For an instant, she is back on the bridge of a ship that no longer exists. The memory is so vivid, she could almost smell the smoke from outside as her father -- older and wiser than the man standing before her now -- used his alchemy on her to induce sleep so she wouldn't struggle on the way to the cryopod.

Her heart aches as the last words he spoke to her in the flesh echo in her mind, and she finds herself repeating in her head what she said to his AI. How she wishes it didn't have to be this way.

She looks away, takes a breath and barely manages to swallow the lump that had formed in her throat. He's right about one thing. This isn't the time nor the place to ask what is inevitably as painful to her as the truth Keith has been keeping from Shiro. What they all have been keeping from the initial successor of Zarkon's legacy as the black paladin.]

You are right. It isn't. [Yet she can't lie to him. He'll find out sooner or later, during a storytime if he awakes with them on the islands. And if he does not, then he likely won't recall this dream. When she looks to meet his gaze again, her walls are up again. It's not just his little girl staring back at him, but a princess and paladin.] There is a clearing not far from here that is more sheltered from the wind in the direction I came from.

[One where they'll be able to pick out sounds more clearly, and be able to maintain a fire easier. She can see the frost forming on the tips of his hair, and can only imagine there is some forming on hers as well.]