[ The Exarch's eyes move over her blonde hair. He can recall that her hair had been blonde when they first met, all those years beneath the Crystal Tower. So much so that it was a shock to see her darkened hair in Ishgard. Yet, now, it had not only returned to its natural color but brightened as well. The same had happened to her sister, of course, and both act as a reminder to him of what he asked of them. A permanent sign that avoiding the Eighth Umbral Calamity had left more scars than it could show. ]

Time is not wasted if it is spent while we wait on technology. Technology, might I add, that is far beyond what Eorzea is capable of. One can only push things as fast as they might. [ His head tilts slightly at her answer and he nods. ] Then, might we set about getting dinner, and we can discuss the rest as the Tower combs through the archives stored within it?