[ She wants to bring her hand up to his cheek. She wants to run her fingers through his hair. She wants to tell him everything will be okay.

They're safer here than they are in their respective worlds, perhaps, although Pyra is not entirely convinced that this world is safe with her in it either. She grapples with how to describe this feeling, of feeling safe yet anxious at the same time-- or, perhaps, cautious to feel safe in the face of that anxiousness. She's sure he can understand. ] It's... tense. As if, we bring these feelings from our own world back with us, to this one. [ Even if the danger is not present, in Noctis' case. ]

Perhaps in the meantime-- it could be a home. A place where one is safe, comfortable, loved.