[ His entire attention remains on her, ears on end, tail still, waiting for every word she might say. He finds that it is not word-for-word what he might have envisioned in his head, and that is what truly makes it special. They are the words that K'thisru has chosen to describe her feelings. It paints a picture in his mind, as he is ever one for stories, and a humbled look comes into his gaze. For the first time since he awoke and returned to Mor Dhona? The look of the old man returns to his gaze.

His other hand reaches out to take hers. There is a gentle squeeze before he tugs her closer to be against him. Yes, he can very much relate to such an idea and image. Meeting her for the first time had a similar effect. He felt as if he had seen the world for how it truly was for the first time, and that he was merely a boy playing at the world. A true hero who smiled in the face of danger and cared for any that she met... it truly put any idea of a hero he had in his mind to shame. ]

Yes, I can say that without a doubt, I do know how it feels. [ G'raha smiles fondly at her, tilting his head down to brush his forehead to hers. ] The primordial Light is far different than the light of the person you love filling every corner of the room.

I felt a similar emotion when you were finally on the First. Fanfare for both of the Warriors of Light... however, I will admit I was far more excited to see one over the other. Not that I was ungrateful for the presence of both of you.

[ He pauses. ] I do hope that whatever light I bring will not become overbearing or unwanted.