I took him to see his father, but he wasn't there. We ran into Ardyn. He-- he managed to stabilize him. [ The corrupted energy lifting from Noctis had partially transferred into Ardyn, but there had just been so much of it that it had ended up harming him, too. ] And then..
[ Again, she hesitates. How much does she tell Ignis, and to what extent?
Pyra lifts her gaze to watch the other man as he listens. After ever, Ignis appears to remain patient. He is one of Noctis' most trusted friends, a "brother" to him. Family, through and through, someone who cares for him, and someone for whom he cares. They've known each other for years, and they wouldn't be the people they are today without each other.
Pyra trusts Noctis, and Noctis knows many of her secrets. That she isn't human, for one, and that she will end her world, if she doesn't somehow sacrifice herself first. That she is a sought-after weapon, a divine crystal stolen to her earth, and fought over afterwards, despite the destruction she had caused. Through all this, Noctis had understood her, and he hadn't sought her power himself, when she had feared revealing any bit of her nature to another would cause them to claim her power, or worse-- rightly abandon her outright.
How would Ignis react, if he knew any of these truths? She doesn't know. But even if she is too fearful to tell all, she can at least reveal a bit more of her power. ]
And I dove into his soul, his armory, to repair the Fetter itself. It.... we made it, and repaired it. But he nearly-- [ Her voice trembles. ] died, after taking a heavy strike of the Fetter's power, diverted from me. And its corrupted energy was harming him for so long, and he was expending so much of his power, that he's... bedridden.
[ Ardyn had a helping hand in saving Noctis, he knows of Ardyn's powers and what he must have done. Ardyn had taken one of his wounds, back when a bee had stung Ignis and left him paralyzed for a bit. It had been the first step into trusting Arydn a bit better, trying to get on better terms.
Pyra's absolutely correct in her thinking about the pair, how Noctis is family to him, how he cares for him. How Ignis wouldn't be the person he is without Noctis in his life.
He waits patiently as Pyra hesitates, giving her space to gather her words. He listens quietly, but even as she reveals this to him, he lets out a startled gasp and a: ]
W-what?!
[ Noctis almost died, his breath hitches in his throat as his hands fumble near the stove top, grasping it tighter.
Noctis isn't supposed to die, yet, not... for a long time. Ignis still have yet to accept that Noctis has to sacrifice himself to save the world of Eos. He can't bring himself to think of a world without Noctis in it. He'd been happy to find him here, instead of inside of the crystal. It's borrowed time and a selfish way of thinking, but Ignis doesn't want to return home to that.
He's stuck on Noctis almost dying bit here. After a moment, he gets himself back together. ]
... You saved his life. Thank you.
[ That's what he gathered from what she said about her powers.
Does he fault Pyra for Noctis almost dying? Absolutely not. He'll make sure that she knows that and her earlier apology makes a lot more sense. If Pyra's seeking his forgiveness, then there is nothing to forgive here. It's the fault of this place for giving her that cursed item in the first place. ]
[ She looks up sharply when she hears his gasp, partially raising and arm as if she could reach out to him to support his fumble, but hesitating on not knowing if she should. But then he says that--
"You saved his life. Thank you."
--as she withdraws her arm back to herself, fingers curling inward to the crystal upon her chest.
She had never wanted to bring Noctis harm, not in whatever time he has left. Yet she did. And worse-- she could have let him die, even after repairing the Fetter within his armory...]
Ignis... [ Pyra whispers his name, quietly and carefully, as if she's difficulty believing that she could ever be thanked for something such as this. But it is perhaps this first thanks she's received this entire time-- a "thank you" instead of an "I'm sorry"-- that allows her to bridge the gap of self-blame to something she had needed, too: healing. ]
You... don't blame me? [ She whispers, as if afraid of the answer, and in disbelief that he might not at all. ] For what happened to him.
[ He breathes quietly, sensing the disbelief in her tone. He's seen it before with Noctis, the self-blame game, and he never let Noctis take the blame, if things weren't his fault.
He steps closer to her, hands reaching out to grab her gently by the shoulders. ]
You are an incredible and an amazing person. You don't strike me to be the type of person who hurts the ones that they love.
[ She's shown him that much at the wedding and she's showing it to him again now, with the quick apologies before they even got started on this subject.
Sure, it rattled his cage to hear that Noctis almost died and he's forever grateful for Ardyn's and Pyra's rescue on him. Noctis wouldn't be alive now if they hadn't done what they did. ]
Noctis is here, alive and breathing. That's what matters the most, is that he's safe.
[ He knows better from the events of Altissia especially, he'd never forget his fear when he'd first spotted Noctis passed out on the altar. He looked dead at first, but he caught signs of life afterwards. ]
This place gave you that item that hurt Noctis, not you. If you hadn't acted quickly and done what you did, Noctis surely would've died from what you told me. But he didn't.
[ He tugs her into a hug then, getting the feeling that she needs it. He'd heard the tremble in her voice earlier too. ]
So no, I don't blame you at all. How can I when you've rescued someone that we both care deeply about? You saved him, Pyra and that's everything to be thanked for.
[ He'd been keeping his tone gentle with her, despite feeling quite rattled still. ]
[ His hand brushes over hers, and after a moment's delay, her fingers gingerly twine with his. The hold is weak, hesitant, before her grip grows stronger. That touch is needed, that reassurance is needed. His words are needed. And while her tendency to take on blame and feel guilty is deeply rooted into her as a response from incidents of ages past, this undoubtedly helps.
She feels as if a small part of something has been lifted from her-- worry that he would blame her, perhaps, that someone of Noctis' family, someone who cares for him so much, would tell her that she's done too much, confirm her fears that she's irreparably harmed him, and demand she leave. Instead, he holds her hand.
And it means something significant when it is Ignis that says this. Because this is Pyra saving Noctis this one time, while he must have saved him countless times while they battled across Eos. Her shoulders shake, and she draws in a quivering breath as relief rushes through her together with an overwhelming feeling.
That overwhelming feeling suddenly turns into a tug of the hand she holds and then a hug of the man himself, both mournful and grateful at once. ]
I... I think I understand, now. [ She whispers quietly, her face buried somewhere against his upper chest. ]
I think I finally understand why you're so... good, Ignis.
[ It's moments like these, actions like these, words like these, that he gives to others when they're feeling awful. He hardly knows her-- it's something that she wishes to change, yes-- but that he can see past what she's told to understand that no harm had been intended, that it had been an accident, like like Nocits, she assigns blame to herself regardless... there's not a bad bone in his body. ] Thank you.
[ I think I finally understand why you're so... good, Ignis.
Here he is, trying to help her, reassuring her that he doesn't blame her at all. Yet, she can still say things like this that makes him feel flustered, but he files that one away for later. He's curious about what she means, but not enough right now.
Ignis gently holds her close, clearly understanding where she's coming from though. ]
A word of advice, [ he says quietly ] having been here myself, saving Noctis' life before: Take comfort in a few things. That he's still breathing, that you can hear his voice, touch him and see him. He's in one piece.
It's enough to know that he's still alive, even if he's not well right now.
[ Ignis already respected her, trusted her, but her actions have upped that by a lot. If she's family to Noctis, she's family to him now. ]
[ Perhaps later, she'll make an addendum to her statement: that Noctis is good, because Ignis is good, too. The two must have influenced each other.
His words also resonate within her, for she's repeated something like them to others. Focusing on the present, that those here are still alive, has meaning. It's enough. It's enough. She's grateful for it, even if she wishes better for Noctis. ]
Thank you, Ignis. [ Even if he might not see the mist in her eyes, he'll certainly hear the slight shakiness in her voice as she pulls away from the hug, her hand lingers upon his upper arm. Despite this, she's smiling, and her tone is warm and grateful. ] And you're right. You're very right.
[ She raises a palm to her cheek, swiping beneath her eye. ]
Architect, I wish for so much better for him... [ She laughs tiredly, shortly, through an exhale. ] I suppose we both do.
I only speak from experience. [ He withdraws back from the hug when she does, definitely hearing the shakiness in her tone. ]
Indeed we do, would you care to join me? [ He gestures back towards the stove top, what he'd originally planned to do. ]
Pyra?
[ He's quiet for a moment as he considers his words here. ]
You're family and we've got two bedridden family members to take care of. [ He smiles a little, hoping that she got the hint that he's accepted her, that she's in a world of fussing herself if she ever gets hurt or sick. ]
[ When he motions to the stovetop, her eyes follow-- ah, right. Noctis did mention before he is quite the chef, and for their few months living together, he's been cooking and baking nothing but delectable dishes.
She's an avid cook as well, but unlike him, the way she acquired her skills feels largely like... cheating. At times, she doesn't believe she has quite that human touch as he does, with how he must have learned through experience. Before she's lost in these thoughts, however, he says that.
Family.
Her hand slides to his, squeezing them. ] Family. [ She repeats, quietly, and nods. Time to get to cooking. ]
You know. Prompto told me this once, of what a family is. Trusting them. Loving them. Knowing that they'll be accepting, no matter what. And... that one would do anything for them.
[ If that's what's required for a family, she's been largely missing out on the "accepting" part, because she herself never thought she would be accepted. But now Noctis has accepted her, and so has Ignis. ]
I'm-- glad. To be accepted as family. And I'll do anything for all of you. [ A bit lighter, if only to help transition the mood: ] Including making as many cakes and cookies as needed.
[ It hasn't been easy on him, to relearn the steps of cooking again. He had to get used to the kitchen first and figure out the measurements of things without being able to see. Measuring out a half cup of something was a bit rough at the start, but he's making do now.
He squeezes her hands back as his listens to her talk.
Prompto...
Knowing a bit about him now, he's not too surprised to hear that it had came from Prompto himself. Ignis, Noctis, Gladio and Prompto had each other while out on the road and after they learned that Insomnia had been destroyed, they had no one but each other for a bit. They had quickly became his family and theirs.
Cookies and cakes though, huh. ] You're going to spoil Noct with those cakes, aren't you. [ His tone taking on a teasing one, but that does remind him: ]
Has he told you about the desserts that I've been trying to recreate for him?
You, too. [ She adds-- after the cookies and cakes bit. These desserts are going to be for Ignis and Prompto, of course, as well. Sugar is clearly the best cure to both melancholy and/or colds... and near-death experiences.
Sugar and hugs, more like. ]
Oh, ah, no. But I'm interested. It's a specialty from Eos, isn't it?
[ In the time Ignis hadn't been here, she's been preparing meals and cooking for the boys herself. And while she has been catering to their tastes... there's probably really nothing like what they might have had from home, from Ignis himself.
Background kitchen, prep, and cooking stuff goes here. ] Oh-- of course.
Soup's rather good for lifting up weary hearts, isn't it?
[ Ignis grabs a knife and starts to cut up some vegetables on the cutting board that had been near the pot. He takes great care while cutting, careful to not cut himself in the process. ]
Indeed it is.
Prompto's slowly getting better, he'll be fine in a matter of days at this rate.
[ Thank goodness too, he'd been given quite the fright finding him out in the cold like that, Prompto's lucky to walk away with a simple illness. ]
[ Quietly, Pyra looks away at her prep work. ] Prompto's quite strong, too. But I'm sure this soup will make him even stronger. [ Whatever Ignis needs, she'll attend to, assisting with whatever it may be as they cook. ]
All these hearty ingredients, too...! [ She comments cheerfully. ] Just where did you learn this recipe?
[ Prompto... when she mentions him in that way, he takes a moment to himself here. ]
I don't know if you know how he got sick, but if you recall people sleepwalking, I caught him out in the bitter cold one day. It was... frighting [ to say the least, Prompto had tried to downplay it on top of that. ] to find him out there like that.
He's lucky to walk away with a simple illness.
[ He gives a small hm, brushing the vegetables that he'd just cut off to one side of the cutting board, picking up the next one to be cut. ]
It's just something that I put together one day while Noctis was sick himself.
[ Prompto’s state had also concerned her. That he could have been frostbitten— or worse— had Ignis not found him was troubling.
But he, too, is also improving, and that’s also thanks to the care they had shared. ] I had wondered about that, mm.
But you found him. [ She smiles, her tone encouraging. ] Thanks to you, he is safe, and you... You’re just being an all-around hero lately, aren’t you? [ She looks down at her food prep work, continuing with the smooth, rhythmic motions of her knife. ] I hadn’t known [ Pyra speaks, her tone a bit more soberly. ] how bad it was but I’m grateful that you were there.
[ Ignis doesn't really think of himself as a hero, he does these things cause he cares. He knows what he's done though and he won't deny it, but he wouldn't call himself a hero in that regard. ]
... Says the person who saved Noctis' life, [ he points out gently as he starts cutting the next vegetable. ] I'm thankful that you saved him too.
[ Perhaps they can be heroes together, keeping an eye on the ones that they rescued together now. ]
[ He can hear the steady bubbling of the water as it starts to boil. He sets the knife down and takes a minute to lift the cutting board, tilting it carefully to get the vegetables that he's cut into the water. After that's done, he sets the cutting board back down on the counter. ]
I can teach you, [ giving a light laugh himself. ] I've found ways to carefully sneak vegetables into his food. There are some recipes that he doesn't seem to mind.
[ Like the dessert for starters, the man loves his fries though so it isn't too much of a surprise that Noctis doesn't seem to mind potatoes. ]
[ Having finished with her vegetables, she slides them into the pot. ]
Oh... Oh. [ Her eyes widen. She had been under the impression that-- ] I'm-- I apologize, I wouldn't have guessed a favorite dessert of his would carry vegetables!
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[ Again, she hesitates. How much does she tell Ignis, and to what extent?
Pyra lifts her gaze to watch the other man as he listens. After ever, Ignis appears to remain patient. He is one of Noctis' most trusted friends, a "brother" to him. Family, through and through, someone who cares for him, and someone for whom he cares. They've known each other for years, and they wouldn't be the people they are today without each other.
Pyra trusts Noctis, and Noctis knows many of her secrets. That she isn't human, for one, and that she will end her world, if she doesn't somehow sacrifice herself first. That she is a sought-after weapon, a divine crystal stolen to her earth, and fought over afterwards, despite the destruction she had caused. Through all this, Noctis had understood her, and he hadn't sought her power himself, when she had feared revealing any bit of her nature to another would cause them to claim her power, or worse-- rightly abandon her outright.
How would Ignis react, if he knew any of these truths? She doesn't know. But even if she is too fearful to tell all, she can at least reveal a bit more of her power. ]
And I dove into his soul, his armory, to repair the Fetter itself. It.... we made it, and repaired it. But he nearly-- [ Her voice trembles. ] died, after taking a heavy strike of the Fetter's power, diverted from me. And its corrupted energy was harming him for so long, and he was expending so much of his power, that he's... bedridden.
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Pyra's absolutely correct in her thinking about the pair, how Noctis is family to him, how he cares for him. How Ignis wouldn't be the person he is without Noctis in his life.
He waits patiently as Pyra hesitates, giving her space to gather her words. He listens quietly, but even as she reveals this to him, he lets out a startled gasp and a: ]
W-what?!
[ Noctis almost died, his breath hitches in his throat as his hands fumble near the stove top, grasping it tighter.
Noctis isn't supposed to die, yet, not... for a long time. Ignis still have yet to accept that Noctis has to sacrifice himself to save the world of Eos. He can't bring himself to think of a world without Noctis in it. He'd been happy to find him here, instead of inside of the crystal. It's borrowed time and a selfish way of thinking, but Ignis doesn't want to return home to that.
He's stuck on Noctis almost dying bit here. After a moment, he gets himself back together. ]
... You saved his life. Thank you.
[ That's what he gathered from what she said about her powers.
Does he fault Pyra for Noctis almost dying? Absolutely not. He'll make sure that she knows that and her earlier apology makes a lot more sense. If Pyra's seeking his forgiveness, then there is nothing to forgive here. It's the fault of this place for giving her that cursed item in the first place. ]
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"You saved his life. Thank you."
--as she withdraws her arm back to herself, fingers curling inward to the crystal upon her chest.
She had never wanted to bring Noctis harm, not in whatever time he has left. Yet she did. And worse-- she could have let him die, even after repairing the Fetter within his armory...]
Ignis... [ Pyra whispers his name, quietly and carefully, as if she's difficulty believing that she could ever be thanked for something such as this. But it is perhaps this first thanks she's received this entire time-- a "thank you" instead of an "I'm sorry"-- that allows her to bridge the gap of self-blame to something she had needed, too: healing. ]
You... don't blame me? [ She whispers, as if afraid of the answer, and in disbelief that he might not at all. ] For what happened to him.
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[ He breathes quietly, sensing the disbelief in her tone. He's seen it before with Noctis, the self-blame game, and he never let Noctis take the blame, if things weren't his fault.
He steps closer to her, hands reaching out to grab her gently by the shoulders. ]
You are an incredible and an amazing person. You don't strike me to be the type of person who hurts the ones that they love.
[ She's shown him that much at the wedding and she's showing it to him again now, with the quick apologies before they even got started on this subject.
Sure, it rattled his cage to hear that Noctis almost died and he's forever grateful for Ardyn's and Pyra's rescue on him. Noctis wouldn't be alive now if they hadn't done what they did. ]
Noctis is here, alive and breathing. That's what matters the most, is that he's safe.
[ He knows better from the events of Altissia especially, he'd never forget his fear when he'd first spotted Noctis passed out on the altar. He looked dead at first, but he caught signs of life afterwards. ]
This place gave you that item that hurt Noctis, not you. If you hadn't acted quickly and done what you did, Noctis surely would've died from what you told me. But he didn't.
[ He tugs her into a hug then, getting the feeling that she needs it. He'd heard the tremble in her voice earlier too. ]
So no, I don't blame you at all. How can I when you've rescued someone that we both care deeply about? You saved him, Pyra and that's everything to be thanked for.
[ He'd been keeping his tone gentle with her, despite feeling quite rattled still. ]
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She feels as if a small part of something has been lifted from her-- worry that he would blame her, perhaps, that someone of Noctis' family, someone who cares for him so much, would tell her that she's done too much, confirm her fears that she's irreparably harmed him, and demand she leave. Instead, he holds her hand.
And it means something significant when it is Ignis that says this. Because this is Pyra saving Noctis this one time, while he must have saved him countless times while they battled across Eos. Her shoulders shake, and she draws in a quivering breath as relief rushes through her together with an overwhelming feeling.
That overwhelming feeling suddenly turns into a tug of the hand she holds and then a hug of the man himself, both mournful and grateful at once. ]
I... I think I understand, now. [ She whispers quietly, her face buried somewhere against his upper chest. ]
I think I finally understand why you're so... good, Ignis.
[ It's moments like these, actions like these, words like these, that he gives to others when they're feeling awful. He hardly knows her-- it's something that she wishes to change, yes-- but that he can see past what she's told to understand that no harm had been intended, that it had been an accident, like like Nocits, she assigns blame to herself regardless... there's not a bad bone in his body. ] Thank you.
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Here he is, trying to help her, reassuring her that he doesn't blame her at all. Yet, she can still say things like this that makes him feel flustered, but he files that one away for later. He's curious about what she means, but not enough right now.
Ignis gently holds her close, clearly understanding where she's coming from though. ]
A word of advice, [ he says quietly ] having been here myself, saving Noctis' life before: Take comfort in a few things. That he's still breathing, that you can hear his voice, touch him and see him. He's in one piece.
It's enough to know that he's still alive, even if he's not well right now.
[ Ignis already respected her, trusted her, but her actions have upped that by a lot. If she's family to Noctis, she's family to him now. ]
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His words also resonate within her, for she's repeated something like them to others. Focusing on the present, that those here are still alive, has meaning. It's enough. It's enough. She's grateful for it, even if she wishes better for Noctis. ]
Thank you, Ignis. [ Even if he might not see the mist in her eyes, he'll certainly hear the slight shakiness in her voice as she pulls away from the hug, her hand lingers upon his upper arm. Despite this, she's smiling, and her tone is warm and grateful. ] And you're right. You're very right.
[ She raises a palm to her cheek, swiping beneath her eye. ]
Architect, I wish for so much better for him... [ She laughs tiredly, shortly, through an exhale. ] I suppose we both do.
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Indeed we do, would you care to join me? [ He gestures back towards the stove top, what he'd originally planned to do. ]
Pyra?
[ He's quiet for a moment as he considers his words here. ]
You're family and we've got two bedridden family members to take care of. [ He smiles a little, hoping that she got the hint that he's accepted her, that she's in a world of fussing herself if she ever gets hurt or sick. ]
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She's an avid cook as well, but unlike him, the way she acquired her skills feels largely like... cheating. At times, she doesn't believe she has quite that human touch as he does, with how he must have learned through experience. Before she's lost in these thoughts, however, he says that.
Family.
Her hand slides to his, squeezing them. ] Family. [ She repeats, quietly, and nods. Time to get to cooking. ]
You know. Prompto told me this once, of what a family is. Trusting them. Loving them. Knowing that they'll be accepting, no matter what. And... that one would do anything for them.
[ If that's what's required for a family, she's been largely missing out on the "accepting" part, because she herself never thought she would be accepted. But now Noctis has accepted her, and so has Ignis. ]
I'm-- glad. To be accepted as family. And I'll do anything for all of you. [ A bit lighter, if only to help transition the mood: ] Including making as many cakes and cookies as needed.
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He squeezes her hands back as his listens to her talk.
Prompto...
Knowing a bit about him now, he's not too surprised to hear that it had came from Prompto himself. Ignis, Noctis, Gladio and Prompto had each other while out on the road and after they learned that Insomnia had been destroyed, they had no one but each other for a bit. They had quickly became his family and theirs.
Cookies and cakes though, huh. ] You're going to spoil Noct with those cakes, aren't you. [ His tone taking on a teasing one, but that does remind him: ]
Has he told you about the desserts that I've been trying to recreate for him?
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Sugar and hugs, more like. ]
Oh, ah, no. But I'm interested. It's a specialty from Eos, isn't it?
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[ Once back near the stove top, he flicks on the burner to get the water boiling in the pot he had prepared with earlier for the soup. ]
Noct described it to me and I've been trying to recreate it for him since. [ Too sweet, too crusty. Ignis has readjusted the recipe to but no avail. ]
It's.... why I got started cooking in the first place. [ he admits freely. ] It made me happy to see his smile over it.
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It's good inspiration.
Perhaps we can try together to make it?
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[ Noctis had gotten what he'd needed for that, it was the same one that he made for Noct whenever he'd became ill himself. ]
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Background kitchen, prep, and cooking stuff goes here. ] Oh-- of course.
Soup's rather good for lifting up weary hearts, isn't it?
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Indeed it is.
Prompto's slowly getting better, he'll be fine in a matter of days at this rate.
[ Thank goodness too, he'd been given quite the fright finding him out in the cold like that, Prompto's lucky to walk away with a simple illness. ]
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All these hearty ingredients, too...! [ She comments cheerfully. ] Just where did you learn this recipe?
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I don't know if you know how he got sick, but if you recall people sleepwalking, I caught him out in the bitter cold one day. It was... frighting [ to say the least, Prompto had tried to downplay it on top of that. ] to find him out there like that.
He's lucky to walk away with a simple illness.
[ He gives a small hm, brushing the vegetables that he'd just cut off to one side of the cutting board, picking up the next one to be cut. ]
It's just something that I put together one day while Noctis was sick himself.
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But he, too, is also improving, and that’s also thanks to the care they had shared. ] I had wondered about that, mm.
But you found him. [ She smiles, her tone encouraging. ] Thanks to you, he is safe, and you... You’re just being an all-around hero lately, aren’t you? [ She looks down at her food prep work, continuing with the smooth, rhythmic motions of her knife. ] I hadn’t known [ Pyra speaks, her tone a bit more soberly. ] how bad it was but I’m grateful that you were there.
[ She nods to herself. Definitely a hero. ]
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... Says the person who saved Noctis' life, [ he points out gently as he starts cutting the next vegetable. ] I'm thankful that you saved him too.
[ Perhaps they can be heroes together, keeping an eye on the ones that they rescued together now. ]
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Ah, maybe he wouldn’t consider either of us heroes for adding vegetables into his soup while he’s recovering.
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I can teach you, [ giving a light laugh himself. ] I've found ways to carefully sneak vegetables into his food. There are some recipes that he doesn't seem to mind.
[ Like the dessert for starters, the man loves his fries though so it isn't too much of a surprise that Noctis doesn't seem to mind potatoes. ]
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So. She's listening. ] Such as...?
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[ He's not doing much in the way of cooking for now, nothing to do but wait. ]
If you got your stack ready, by all means, put them in the pot.
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Oh... Oh. [ Her eyes widen. She had been under the impression that-- ] I'm-- I apologize, I wouldn't have guessed a favorite dessert of his would carry vegetables!
[ A very good development, indeed. ]
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