[ When she feels Honerva's touch upon her arm, she can only glance at her for a moment before she turns her gaze away. That she would reach for her even now, knowing how important touch is to her-- for a duty to save this world, for a symbol of friendship-- is beyond Pyra's understanding. She cannot look at her.
They are recovering, yes, but.... ]
...I'm so sorry, Honerva. I'm so sorry that he was hurt. [ She could hardly face Regis when Noctis almost died in her arms. So focused she had been on Noctis, she hadn't realized she hadn't considered the same with Ardyn and Honerva. Now she's already seated next to her, when it's possible that Ardyn could have suffered far, far worse.
--And. Honerva, too. Architect, she almost took away what made Honerva so happy and hopeful. They're recovering, yes, but isn't what happened too close for comfort? ]
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They are recovering, yes, but.... ]
...I'm so sorry, Honerva. I'm so sorry that he was hurt. [ She could hardly face Regis when Noctis almost died in her arms. So focused she had been on Noctis, she hadn't realized she hadn't considered the same with Ardyn and Honerva. Now she's already seated next to her, when it's possible that Ardyn could have suffered far, far worse.
--And. Honerva, too. Architect, she almost took away what made Honerva so happy and hopeful. They're recovering, yes, but isn't what happened too close for comfort? ]