Gyr Abania has always struggled with the idea of taking those who sided with the Empire back into their folds... with good reason. A revolution against their King sparked before the Empire had swept into their kingdom. Those wounds go deep, and for some, cannot be healed. [ Her fingers move under his to slip between them. ] Doma has had a similar effect, but, more of to what the Empire did by way of one they had discarded from society... and accepting Hien is their king. Memories of putting those lost have seemed to help both places.

[ But, even then, she had longed to be home to help the people she considered hers. Perhaps she truly is selfish. Two nations needed her, and even she was needed in the ancient past, yet all her heart could do was yearn to be home with her betrothed and her children. Perhaps it makes her not only selfish, but, far from a hero as well.

She wonders if such struggles existed for her ancient self... or perhaps they are a unique problem caused by mortal life. How can one be the Champion if Hydaelyn and yet also the Seat of Azem if their heart is not dedicated go the one task alone?

Alkaid leans into his touch so he might be aware that she has not forgotten why he wished her to be in the tub. The water is warm and calming, and her sides ache less. ]

I want to see the residential district, if it is completed. I want to walk along the streets once more to see how all the hearts here fair. [ Ultimately, she wishes she had been needed as a Savior of Ishgard. She wishes she could have been given a reason to return home so that she could see her knight and children. ] I want to plan our wedding, and be wed, and raise Leon and Mélodie.

[ I wish to be Lantaa without feeling the guilt of wishing for such a thing.

She raises her other hand to rest on his shoulder. ] What have I missed?