There were more memories, but they were all obliterated by Rinoa's hand landing on her shoulder. She looked up, blinking, then looked down. Suddenly it was just a trinket, beautiful, surely, but -- nothing important.

Her beauty was a birthright. Her friendship with Karla had been earned, a trust granted for who she was, not how she looked.

"I'm coming." She tossed the golden apple up in the air in the vague direction of the Junk Lady. "Keep it. I have something better now."

And she joined Rinoa outside the place. "Thanks."