[ His eyes travel to meet with hers, and he does not bother concealing the intensity in his gaze. He loves her more than he thought he would ever love anyone, and he still finds himself marveling at the notion that the gods saw fit to bring them together.

It is mainly because he would do anything to show her how much he loves her that he is willing to set aside all his reservations and just be the man who will one day be her husband.

And at those words, he laughs, because it seems to him that both of their days are already quite troublesome. ]

I do wonder if either of us will ever find a moment's peace. Ishgard may well be on her way to obtaining that, but what of the rest of our star?

[ Perhaps she would find him silly if he were to admit that it is not only Ishgard's welfare that causes him to lose sleep, but the overall welfare of Eorzea as well. Because certainly, if there is a threat to any of the other city-states or peoples living on the star, he is all too aware that the rippling effects could travel to Ishgard as well.

Nevertheless, he is aware that all the tossing and turning he does will not protect anyone, but that tendency is something he cannot help. ]

There is, yes. How are you and your sister? As is a pattern for you both, you have been through quite a bit in recent days, if my understanding is correct.