[ The squeeze of her hand is fairly reassuring, although it'd most likely take a little bit for her mood to build again. Having that much excitement being sent down the drain all at once was a lot, after all, and even though Minako doesn't look downright sad, she does seem more subdued than a few moments before as she follows her goddess.

It's exactly at moments like these where she starts overthinking things - to the point where she wonders if she should sit down on Zelda's bed or not. In the end she opts not to, standing there and looking at the other as she nods. ]

I was falling off.. it was hard to tell what exactly it was, since the memory feels so short and frantic. But it was a tower-like structure, and I was being held up by someone who held my hand. A guy with long, silver hair and a crescent moon on his forehead.. His name was Artemis, apparently. I called out his name in the memory.

[ Which is super weird. It's not as if in theory Minako didn't know she probably forgot all about people who used to be really important to her, but experiencing it for real is another matter entirely. ]

He called himself my partner.. and he helped me transform.