[ it’s strange still, having noctis so close in proximity, instead of only existing in her memories, in short messages ( clipped photos of his life in insomnia, a note that he’d made a friend— ) written in their shared notebook. it’s strange, but welcome, and it’s simple to reach out and fold her fingers around his offered hand. the hold something gentle, easy enough to remove himself from should he wish to. ]

Noctis. [ a moment, spent looking out over the edge of the airship. it really… is beautiful. there had been times when she had thought she would be confined to fenestala manor forever, which had no longer offered the comfort it had noctis when he was infirmed, the manor had become cold with the occupation of niflheim’s soldiers.

to be here now— ] To think that we’ve ended up here, together. It seems more than coincidence, does it not?

[ it’s said lightly, absent of any real suspicion towards the natives that had saved her, the both of them. it has never been in her nature to seek out the worst in people, and she is nothing but grateful towards the people here who have been kind. ]

Would it be selfish, to consider this time a gift?

[ they both have duties after all, to eos. the light still must be fading from their star, while they are here. ]