She hadn't had a chance to see her back herself, but she'd felt the difference since day one. Having Altaïr comment on it makes her think back; a failed engagement with the Beast, 5 stitching in a patch where her canvas had been lost, sparking a burn of determination to take it out where others sequestered themselves like cowards.

"It was a learning experience." How to dodge the Beast; not that way. But she did as she always did; she got back up and she kept fighting. It would be the main difference between her and 1's attitudes towards how to survive the world around them. She sighs and closes her eyes, feeling relief bit by bit with each dab of the cloth. "I can't regret it."