[ This is more than a little distracting -- his fingers feel wonderful against her skin, and she is very much enjoying the intimacy of the moment and the fact that they are able to carry on a conversation in the heat of it all is something that she can appreciate, too. He works her skirt up, but she's busy unbuttoning the rest of his shirt and gently pushing it from his shoulders, shifting just enough to carefully toss it so that it lands neatly (as neatly as it can, at least) over the back of one of the hotel room chairs.

When her hands return to him, she smooths her palms down his chest, considering how to respond. ]

Something like that. When the final rite is complete, the world will fend for itself. I will no longer be of this world, and Noctis will emerge from the Crystal when the time is right. It will be up to you, and those who are able to, to make sure things don't completely fall apart.

[ Ardyn... is a condundrum, to say the least. Her fingers trail lightly down his stomach, fiddling with the buttons and zipper at the front of his pants. ]

Ardyn is the Starscourge incarnate, so to speak. He was cursed with immortality when the Crystal deemed him unworthy of ruling Lucis as it's Founder King. Ardyn and I were similar, at one point -- he, too, was a healer of the people. Unfortunately, the Scourge proved to be too much.