Joanne was quickly growing attached to the three Shepherds.

Chrom was a tad intimidating but very welcoming man. He was the type of man that one could have easy conversation with. Alert at all times, and yet not distrustful of complete strangers like Joanne herself. Hands were always at his side, never on the hilt of his sword-not unless there was a clear threat, of course. His eyes lit up whenever he talked about Lissa and Frederick. He was more than willing to help Joanne recover her lost memories, and thus began their trip to the capital of the country-which she found out was called Ylisse, and its capital Ylisstol. He was rather humble, she noted-he was never afraid to give people like Marth the credit they deserve for their work.

Lissa was his sibling foil. She was the playful to his serious, the immaturity to his stoic-ness, the pride to his humility. Yet, Lissa was just as accepting of Joanne as Chrom had been, despite Frederick's attempts to warn them of possible deception. She asked Joanne questions as they walked (in-between comments about her feet hurting), and sadly, Joanne was only able to answer few of her questions. Lissa, green-faced, offered Joanne the rest of her bear meat dinner, which pushed her rather high on Joanne's favored list. Joanne giggled when she saw how smitten Lissa was with Marth, and she gasped and ran at her when a dead human figure came lumbering towards her.

Frederick was the epitome of serious, the poster child of poise, the patron saint of killjoy. He was wary of Joanne from the start, doubting the legitimacy of her story the moment it flew from her lips. Yet, Joanne could not find it in herself to be upset about it in the slightest. Frederick was just trying to protect those he served, after all. Seeing his care and worry for his masters warmed Joanne's heart. It was the first genuine act of love that Joanne could remember. Despite his warnings, Frederick did not treat Joanne like an enemy, what with feeding her and allowing her to sleep near his masters. She would have to tell him "thank you" later.

The camp they set up jogged a few more senses from her memory. The delicious smell of roasting bear caused Joanne's mouth to water, and she could vaguely recall a younger Joanne sitting at an oak table and joyously tearing apart cooked bear with her tiny teeth. The warm feelings of that memory helped to balance out the chilling fear she felt when she looked at the fire. Something in the licking flames and the sparking smoke put her on edge, and it made attempting to sleep rather difficult. Something awful happened to her involving fire. She just wish she knew what it was.

Lissa's screams woke her that night, and suddenly, the whole forest was ablaze. All Joanne wanted to do was curl into a ball in the hopes that her blood would defrost, but Frederick pulled her to her feet, narrowly saving her from some creature's ax. Purple smoke hissed in her direction, and upon killing it with her Thunder tome, it completely dissolved into a mass of dark purple mist.

It was horribly, horribly wrong.

Help from another Shepherd, Sully, and the "archest of archers" Virion, eradicated the immediate threat rather quickly. Joanne only heard Sully threatening to kick Virion in the face if he did not stop flirting with her, and Joanne instantly knew she was going to love Sully. Virion, however, she would have to be wary of.

'Wary' was how she felt about the supposed Marth, as well. Lissa claimed he fell out of the sky and rescued her from the rotting corpses that had been lumbering towards her. He cut down all the others like it was his birthright. Yet, the moment the fighting ceased, Marth spouted a few cryptic words before leaving. The mystery coming off of him was almost palpable, matched only by Joanne's quickly-intensifying curiosity.

She wondered if her old life was filled with mysteries like him.