Noah hadn't expected it either at all. What are the chances? His great, great, great aunt is dead. It means she's dead, and he has never seen her around Valhalla before. She was a legend in Noah's eyes. His mouth parts, and he is still narrow gazed at her as he sees that sad look shadowing in her eyes.

"It does. That's one trait I have. I'm a bit daft. I wanted to go to Egypt too."

He wanted to have his own adventure. He wanted to embrace life especially because he was dying.

His mouth parts when she speaks, and he stares at her like she can't possibly be the Elin that he'd been- that he had admired her, looked up to her. She was the one in the family to do something different. He played pretend when he was tiny, pretending he was going off on her on one of these big adventures like they'd be great friends-

So yeah, he's just... staring now as all that runs through his head.

"...you did. You believed and you dreamed, and you-" She did something.