News of the first princess' return had never reached him, nor was it something he'd intentionally gone out looking for. His belief was that she had gone away, never to return again. The thought saved him from thinking of her whereabouts, as well as kept him from any budding frustrations that could have come into play whilst thinking of their encounter prior to her departure. They had not met on good terms, and it was very much something the boy held against her, blaming the other solely for their quarrelsome conversation. He was blind to his own crimes, so to speak, but such had never proven to be an immediate issue; honestly, it had, but the connection was not a direct one, and so he'd refuse to accept that it was there.

Often, Alexander spent his time below ground, or lingering at the one entrance he'd claimed as his den. Something had drawn him above ground, though, and had even lured him away from the entrances to the tunnels that he knew existed. It wasn't too surprising, really, as he'd occasionally wander through the woods aimlessly, working only to stretch his legs and ensure his sight was not given to the darkness entirely. Whenever such wanderings occurred, he'd expect to run into someone, but never in all of his wildest dreams would he ever have suspected he'd see the vaguely familiar being that he did that day. Her coat was just as light as he could remember it being, and her eye continued to appear clouded. He'd frozen in place upon first settling his gaze upon her, brows furrowing as he'd simply stared forward. Was she a ghost? It was doubtful, but if she was, then why was she there now?

"Hey, you!" he'd called out after a few moments passing, lessening the distance between them but without closing it entirely. The notion that she was some horrendous ghoul was quickly lost, as he was loath to let such nonsense cloud his mind. "When did you get back?" Though somewhat curious, he remained a bit standoffish. The moment in which they'd first met was one he felt as if he could never forget, which, perhaps, influenced his behavior around her.

It was really her. Not some ghost or ghoul that'd come back to haunt him, but Meldresi's first daughter, in the flesh. He could not yet see the former queen in her daughter, but the presence around them felt the same. It was strange to him, but went by unquestioned. She'd answered him soon after they'd noticed one another, and he'd nodded in response. A few days ago, and yet he was only just now learning about her return. Something about that seemed wrong, but it was most likely due to his solitary lifestyle. As of late, he really only sought the company of Kove, Nemesis, or Kendra. The others had yet to earn his full trust, thereby eliminating any chance of him ever seeking them out just for the hell of it. If he'd done so, then perhaps they would have earned his favour by now, but such was not the case. It was a vicious cycle, and breaking it would most definitely be difficult.

Xan's expression remained neutral when addressed, his time to answer a question having arrived. "How could I ever forget your name, Princess?" he'd returned, easily recalling the title by which she'd so generously offered that he might address her as. "Where did you go when you left?" The interest he felt was inspired by his underlying urges to explore. Where she'd gone and how far she'd traveled were things he wanted to know, as well as were some of the sights that she might have seen. While their first meeting could never be forgotten, he was able to momentarily brush it away in favour of his current self's want to receive answers.

Though the title had been remember, never would he be able to address her as such seriously. Always would he speak with a sarcastic tone to his voice, for still was he unconvinced that she was princess-like in any way. Still, he did not disregard her place entirely, for she remained as Meldresi's daughter, and he could not give up the respect her had towards the deceased queen. Thus, he'd questioned her, and had then listened to the answer he was given. The name of the place mentioned was unfamiliar to him, though, but he'd assumed that'd be the case. He was certain she'd gone beyond Teekon, to a land he'd never even seen nor could properly imagine. It was something entirely new, and yet, he did not question it any further. Instead, Xan had simply nodded, accepting the information given and then offering to her a quick word of farewell. Nothing more did he have to ask her, and so the young Inuit took his leave soon after, carrying on with the rest of his day.