[ Her weight leans into her sister's hold. Usually, it is the other way around. There is no complaining or the fact being pointed out. Just a measure of exhaustion that may not simply be physical. ]

We both know it isn't because I'm a healer, Thisru. It's because we are the Warriors of Light. We're not just us anymore. We're a status, a figure, heroes. We can't just go running off if we feel like it now.

[ Her tail bristles slightly. ] I'm not sure I want to forgive her. Not yet. Not when she parades around these people and tells them how they should be without a consideration of the place she left behind. I understand not knowing, but how childish can one be after a we have seen so far...?

[ After the people they've lost. ]

The Scions would have found us regardless. We have the Echo and the Blessing of Light.