
Brünhild smiled, she was unexpectedly happy about the thought of all of them meeting up together. The night they had escaped had cost them the lives of many comrades. So the ones Brünhild had escaped with were now special to her, and all those years traveling around the world not for one day had she forgotten about them, or stopped worrying about them. So seeing Rene, Zachary and Helmut was the first thing in decades that had brought her true joy.
Brünhild wanted to sigh when she heard her old nickname, assigned by Helmut, but it was too nostalgic so she just smiled.
"On this island I have very much become one of the thorns, Helmut. Before there just weren't many other rose options. If I continue going with this analogy."
Brünhild chuckled a bit. The whole rose among thorns name was a reference to how Brünhild was the only female among their group, but on this island there were countless females much more attractive than her.
Helmut was able to get a small laugh out of Brünhild by calling himself a grandfather.
"In theory you are one, at least on human standards. You are almost 90, after all. And I'm a grandmother just the same. We have both just aged remarkably well. Besides, I can't see anything but good things coming along with experience."