[ Relief causes her shoulders to dip with a sigh. He's not hurt. He's fine. Nevertheless, there's a delay before she responds, and she shifts to allow him to sit up, remaining seated beside him. ] We call it... Elysium.
[ She glances at him as he seems to adjust to the realm itself, clenching and clenching his hands. Pyra looks outward, as if her attention has been caught by the breeze that rustles her hair forward. ]
This realm is... recreated from a memory. [ Her brow furrows, then relaxes. ] A half-forgotten one. [ Or a sealed one. It can't be right, what she's remembering of this place-- jagged pieces of a puzzle that are just out of her and Mythra's reach, kept from her-- but it doesn't matter. Her reminiscing isn't why she's here, and the mystery of it for herself will have to wait.
She looks back to Noctis, and doing so makes her smile return, because it's Noctis with whom she sits and is here with her. Noctis, who is safe. ] But, you can call it something like a home to me.
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[ She glances at him as he seems to adjust to the realm itself, clenching and clenching his hands. Pyra looks outward, as if her attention has been caught by the breeze that rustles her hair forward. ]
This realm is... recreated from a memory. [ Her brow furrows, then relaxes. ] A half-forgotten one. [ Or a sealed one. It can't be right, what she's remembering of this place-- jagged pieces of a puzzle that are just out of her and Mythra's reach, kept from her-- but it doesn't matter. Her reminiscing isn't why she's here, and the mystery of it for herself will have to wait.
She looks back to Noctis, and doing so makes her smile return, because it's Noctis with whom she sits and is here with her. Noctis, who is safe. ] But, you can call it something like a home to me.