[ If he cared less, or had less of a sense of duty, he would propose to her that they gather up what belongings they wish to take with them and run away from Ishgard together. He truly wishes to be with her, just as he does not wish to leave her, not even for training, and if not for that lingering sense of duty and responsibility, he would pack up and leave.

Rather than respond right away, he leans in just a fraction to her touch, wanting to memorize this feeling and not forget it even when they are apart. ]

Lantaa... [ How to put into words just how much he loves her and only wants to be with her? If he could, he would bring her with him, but that would be dangerous and foolish and so he cannot allow himself to even consider it. ] I will come home, because I know that you are here waiting for me. I will not keep you waiting any longer than I must.

And... [ He pauses for a moment, the ancient look in his eyes seemingly growing deeper, if that is even possible. ] You are my reason for coming home. [ And for surviving. ]