[ Looking at him as the sun wanes golden and fuchsia pastels, filled with love and adoration, sometimes it feels that she can do just about anything in the world-- even live, or have him live. But that feeling, that pride and strength and courage he grants her with only a smile and a press of his hand to her cheek is what makes love so dangerous. She won't stop loving him, though, and she knows that whatever he chooses, he'll know her to continue to be cautious and careful.

Pyra smiles, tilting her head against his palm. ] I know.

[ A future where they both live? It's a long shot. But for now, she'll take this: the present in which they live.

She opens her eyes to look at him, lips parted in that too-often expression she gets when she's in awe of him, seeing something in his expression or eyes that he can't. Right at this moment, it's the sunset's gentle light upon him. She tilts her head just up enough to kiss him, pulling away with a smile.

......This reminds her how easily she's distracted by him. ]

And, um, don't think I've forgotten why I'm here to talk with you. [ He had been sad even before she... made things stained for a bit. ] Luna, Ignis... I want to know how you're feeling.