[ Does she not have her own oaths and responsibilities to fulfill? Why would he wish to be always waiting in Ishgard for her to return? If anything, Alkaid wonders why he has chosen her. Could this even be called a stable relationship? Is it even a relationship? She has never bothered with terms or labels for their feelings -- given neither have properly confessed. She still believes that perhaps she is the one too far in love with him and that he should not be saddled down with her and whatever the Scions pull her to do. ]

I am certain they still watch over you. No one is ever truly gone. Even the civilizations devastated by Calamities still remain in some form or fashion. Take the time to close your eyes and listen. They may not speak with words, but, you will most certainly hear them.

[ Or, perhaps her training as a conjurer shows to vibrantly at times. ]

I would not say confidence... but faith. I don't need the credit for helping organize your plans. Take them as needed to Lucia and plan further. You two, after all, will always know Ishgard more than I will.

[ She is certainly tired. Her body is sore and aches from the expenditure of aether, and the warm bath only highlighted it more. However, her care and attention is entirely placed on him for the moment. Her gaze softens at the tired look in his eyes. As she kisses him, her thumbs brush across his cheeks again. ]

Let us both be off to bed then.