[ venat's fond smile grows as rosa once more calls her by her true name. while hydaelyn is also her name--for they are one in the same--the small acknowledgement of the time before such things always brings a warmth to her heart. while rosa is not all that she once was before the final days? it is unmistakable that she is azem and that shines so very bright. beyond the pain and the torment that this particular life has given her.

her hand gently raises to rest on the shorter hair of the younger elezen. who else would she entrust the star to? venat had not picked azem on a whim, and therefore, picking any of the reflections of azem had not been on a whim. rosa's soul remains the same, while not whole, and thus it matters not how many lives she may live. she will always be azem. ]

You have ever been the one to leave impressions wherever you might go. I had thought that a trait for the Seat of Azem, and that opinion has not changed. After all, a champion of my own choosing would need to do the very same.

[ do not doubt yourself so.

her hand remains extended to the warrior of light if she is so inclined to hold it. ]

With the Final Days adverted by you and the hands of the Scions, I had wished to truly see our star. [ one last time, before she rests and is reborn. venat pauses to look at the city behind them. a part of her does wish to see it, but instead, she merely closes her eyes with the smile placed on her face. ] And a feeling so very distinct reached out to me. Who am I to leave my friend, protégé, and Champion to her hurts after all that I have asked of her?

I believe it best that we do as you would wish, whatever wish that form may take. After all, you have granted the wishes of so many others.