[Her tears are quiet this time, for a mercy. When Kasa parts, Irhya lets go only reluctantly, but the comfortable grip of her hands keeps her anchored. The line of the mountains that border Ishgard on all sides on a background of starlight... it is almost as though this is a dream just for the two of them. Just for her, a ray of light to gaze upon from below when she's tossed so much else in her life to the abyss.

But she finds herself feeling awkward and out of place as soon as she finds herself seated, their tails occasionally brushing against one another. What to do with this time? Is there nothing she can do to really connect with her? Does she even know what has happened in her absence...?

So Irhya pulls out her soul crystal, a solid red like all the coagulated blood she's ever spilled for battles not her own, for causes she did not care about. Perhaps they do have more in common than she thought... and maybe that's why she was so quick to comfort her.]

How do you even begin picking up the pieces again after something like this? With no outstretched hand to reach for, when the abyss calling for you just seems so much easier to abide by...?