There is no need to apologize. I have often been told that I set expectations without considering the reality. A... trait, I am afraid, that seems yet to leave me despite my age. [ The Exarch smiles fondly regardless of the context of their conversation. ] What truly matters is that you are here. We will avoid the Calamity and save both the First and the Source.

[ His crystallized hand raises to his chin in thought. The light from the Tower shines onto it, and, if one looks close enough? They can almost see through the arm. Almost as if it is truly made of crystal now. He seems to decide upon a course of action and turns to look at her.

What he had about to ask seems to be in pause in favor for what she had just said. His ruby eyes underneath the hood widen. From his point of view, they are of course, friends. Though her perspective is purposely skewed as she has no true idea who he might be. Although, he wonders if her sister might suspect. He will need to find a proper way to deflect the answer of who ought to be inside the Crystal Tower... ]

Of course. I would like nothing more. [ That is not a lie. While he had once dreamed of them being more, he long put such ideas to rest. Especially given his age and the state of himself. No, he will settle now for seeing her smile and her continuing to be what she has always been: an inspiration. ] Thus, if I might ask a favor of you, not as the Crystal Exarch, but a friend...