Perhaps they do not, but I cannot imagine that it would matter either way. The necessity would certainly outshine the emotions, would it not? They would of argued why keeping identities secret mattered. They trusted their comrades that came before and their judgement. We are the newcomers, for all intent and purpose. I very much doubt that they care beyond the fact we are the Warriors of Light.

[ How often have they been asked if they are well? What they might think of things? It is only truly Alphinaud or Krile that asks. The rest simply go about the tasks and plans with their duty attached. She does not rebuke or judge it. Simply point out how it feels, to her, that she and her sister were only recruited for the task of killing Primals and stopping being a political arm.

Her eyes widen at his suggestion. Her ears turn towards him, twitching slightly. ]

I will say this, Alphinaud. If that is what you wish to do? Then you can speak on my behalf on this matter. [ She gives him a gentle smile. ] I am certain you will know when and how to speak to them.

[ The silence is brief until he calls her attention forward. Her ears stand on end as she intently listens for anything shuffling. She can faintly hear a gentle groan, and that is enough to make her rush forward to the pile of rubble. Her side protests loudly against the motion, but all she does is wince and close one eye in pain as she bends down next to the rubble and moves the easiest moved rocks to see what the clothing is attached to.

Small blue eyes meet hers and Alkaid jerks her head around to look at Alphinaud. ]

Alphinaud!