Medea hadn't paid too much mind to the rest of her travelling companions- not even sparing a glance to their hands to check for Command Seals, that was a change- as she made her way up the mountain. The older her perhaps wouldn't have bothered with a mission such as this, but since Avalon had proclaimed her a hero... well, it had more of an effect on her than she wanted to admit.

Whilst she spotted the other cloaked figure on the mountainside nearby, she didn't recognise her, not at first.

But the wind was getting more and more intense, making her own hooded cloak billow around uncontrollably- and then she looked back. Even with her hair blowing in her face and eyes, Medea recognised the girl immediately.

Her precious daughter.

Medea's hurried, desperate steps forward weren't careful- please, please let Homura remember her, anything else would be too cruel!- and as light as she was and as much as her cloak caught the wind, she found herself staggering. Her ankle twisting just as that bit of loose rock at the side of the path fell aware beneath her.

"A-ah...!"