[ How could she ostracize him when he has not done the same to her? He has accepted her with open arms despite the fact she is what she is. He should have every reason to smite her down. A white mage, one who knows of some arcane that is considered heretical by the Church, and having the companionship of a creature that is very much otherworldly. Everything taught in traditions from what she can tell says he should do away with her, and instead he has opened his life to her.

She tilts her head properly this time, eyebrows drawn, a frown tugging at the corners of her lips. ]

A necessary evil to what ends? From all that I know of Ishgard, a pact to allow voidsent should have never been made. You should have never been changed. [ Her other hand slips from around his neck to cup the side of his face. She guides him to be closer to her so that their conversation can be hushed with none others to hear it. ] You are not a blight. A hunger drives you, and a need to eat, but it is not all that consumes you. You love Ishgard. You care for your fellow, even if they do not return it... a-and you love me. All of you loves me.

[ Lantaa gently nudges her nose to the side of his in comfort. ] Something troubles you beyond what you have been changed into it. There is something else that has hurt you deeply, isn't there? Would--would you be willing to tell me? Or, is it not for me to know?