[ She presses the side of her face into his chest, gently rubbing her cheek there as if to comfort the both of them. This latest trial--this return of ghosts from Ishgard's past--has done much more damage than any other than them might know. She is certain his heart is just as wounded as hers, and that it aches and hurts the same. There had been no intentions of sharing the idea of their shared history until she saw the white and blue light removed from his eyes.

She had almost lost him again.

Her hands curl tighter in his shirt for but a moment. Then, they move to circle around him. They tug his shirt up in order to slip underneath the fabric and rest on his scared back. The motion is not meant to inspire or awaken passions of any sort--not this time. She merely wishes to touch him, to be close to him. It will reaffirm in her mind he is truly with her once more. That she will not wake up in a cell or a delegate's room with him barely responsive and not himself. ]

Yes, I'm certain. [ Alkaid turns her head to press her forehead to his chest. The hands on his back curl slightly, but not to a point where nails might press against his skin.Her voice cracks and hitches before finally lowering into something barely audible: ] I've missed you...

[ Herself, in this life, Lantaa. She's aware that it is a phrase repeated over and over--perhaps it may even lose it's meaning or impact. Yet, she feels she cannot state it enough to express the emotions behind it. She's missed how he speaks and the way his voice sounds, the manner in how he holds her that feels as if he can shelter her from the world. ]

I can't save them all... there's been so many who... [ Alkaid shakes her head. ] I feel as if Thisru could save more than I ever could. She is the one who is needed the most... maybe even the one who wants to be the adventurer or Warrior of Light more...