I must have been pretty little. We met in person when I was seven.

[But he knew about her. That enough was a giant relief, that she wouldn't have to explain, that her uncle wasn't from some century where their family wasn't together in any way.

The history of the Mikaelsons was long and to simply call it complicated was an understatement. If he didn't recognize her, this was the next best thing.]

We're actually...pretty close. You would Facetime me a lot while I was at school.

[Back when she couldn't be near any of them, until she was fifteen and her already messy life took an even worse turn.]