It would most certainly seem to be apart of her being. I wonder if such a notion comes from the fact that she is a healer, or she is naturally inclined to be a healer due to her worries and care.
[ G'raha stands quiet for a moment, casting a glance at the empty space once more. His gaze softens into an expression she most certainly has seen him wear when crystal still claimed parts of his person and the tips of his hair were white from age. A quiet contemplation of not only regarding who she must has been speaking with, but, if his place truly is at her and the Scions side. Regardless of what he had brought to them as his time of the Crystal Exarch? He not a hero of standing as they are, merely an old man and a scholar. Of course, scholars are also within the ranks of the Scions, but he feels as if there is a great deal of difference between them.
I wonder if I truly am a fit companion for not only the Warrior of Light, but, a woman such as you. There are a great many things that have transpired over the course of your journey that I do not know of. Things that shaped you and your sister both... things not recorded in the history that I know. ]
I believe I found enough that one can call suitable until we reach the next settlement before Ishgard. Camp Dragonhead, I believe? I must admit that the maps I am familiar with--the ones that come to mind--may be different than those of the current Eorzea. Even before the Calamity and after it, my mind had been far more focused on Allagan technologies and attempts to reach the Crystal Tower. I hardly paid mind to the greater regional areas of Eorzea...
[ As he had fully expected to return to Old Sharlayan when the time came.
G'raha half turns once more to cast his gaze in the direction of the Tower. The wards are in place and he will be alerted if any try to step forward in it. Yet, the sensation of being away from it, is a very odd one. Especially knowing that there are no ill effects of being away for an extended amount of time. The arm that was once made of crystal flexes beneath the purchases slightly.
While a young man once more, I am truly no different than I was before. A man perhaps too old to... ]
Tell me, Thisru. Had you ever given thought to a time in which you do not travel the star? A time in which you would not adventure and perhaps settle as your sister has?
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[ G'raha stands quiet for a moment, casting a glance at the empty space once more. His gaze softens into an expression she most certainly has seen him wear when crystal still claimed parts of his person and the tips of his hair were white from age. A quiet contemplation of not only regarding who she must has been speaking with, but, if his place truly is at her and the Scions side. Regardless of what he had brought to them as his time of the Crystal Exarch? He not a hero of standing as they are, merely an old man and a scholar. Of course, scholars are also within the ranks of the Scions, but he feels as if there is a great deal of difference between them.
I wonder if I truly am a fit companion for not only the Warrior of Light, but, a woman such as you. There are a great many things that have transpired over the course of your journey that I do not know of. Things that shaped you and your sister both... things not recorded in the history that I know. ]
I believe I found enough that one can call suitable until we reach the next settlement before Ishgard. Camp Dragonhead, I believe? I must admit that the maps I am familiar with--the ones that come to mind--may be different than those of the current Eorzea. Even before the Calamity and after it, my mind had been far more focused on Allagan technologies and attempts to reach the Crystal Tower. I hardly paid mind to the greater regional areas of Eorzea...
[ As he had fully expected to return to Old Sharlayan when the time came.
G'raha half turns once more to cast his gaze in the direction of the Tower. The wards are in place and he will be alerted if any try to step forward in it. Yet, the sensation of being away from it, is a very odd one. Especially knowing that there are no ill effects of being away for an extended amount of time. The arm that was once made of crystal flexes beneath the purchases slightly.
While a young man once more, I am truly no different than I was before. A man perhaps too old to... ]
Tell me, Thisru. Had you ever given thought to a time in which you do not travel the star? A time in which you would not adventure and perhaps settle as your sister has?