"Yes. I was not there for very long, but I will never forget it." She, too, remembers their shared nightmare, the smells and sounds of the war, the sight of a lone, relentless pursuer. It was not something that she could just put out of her mind.

The question pains her to hear, but she thinks she hides it well enough, now that they're on the subject. "I would try." She doesn't sound like she thinks she would succeed, though. "The island is hidden by the magic of a god, and has remained so for millennia." Not just a god, the king of the gods--which only makes everything even more complicated. She smiles, though it's a little weak. "But there is always hope, yes?"

Her eyes track to where he's looking, and she nods in return. Diana pushes through the new underbrush until she reaches the clearing, and is relieved to see the crystals they were sent here to find. They don't look so out of place among the glowing plants, but they are easy enough to spot. She crouches beside a cluster of them, tilting her head slightly. "I think these are what we have been looking for."