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[another nod, and-] Began? I almost feel hurt. [still- another world.] But that's good to hear- and even if it's hard, we can manage it.

[-oh. He goes to help, looking impressed, and smiles at her.]

… You really have grown. Is there somewhere we should take him…?

Since there's so many who now work here, the Rising Stones has grown to have housing arrangements.

[ Usually, she wouldn't go into his - after all, everybody deserves their privacy, but there is a knocked out catte and he needs his bed okay. She begins to move - okay, she is struggling a little with gripping him - help her carry him please.

As they walk, though, she decides to add more about Urianger. They trust each other. ] Urianger is... a friendly Ascian. He was born in his current body, but was one of them. He only told us in the last few months - once everything begun to change.

[ But she hopes Thancred can understand how there was a rift, from that. ]

Very convenient.

[he nods, already there to help support Th'ancred, taking the catte's other arm across his shoulder.

His step stutters for a moment as Minfilia adds that.]

Urianger is…? [well. that explains why Urianger would have been so worried about trusting them.] Born in his current body? It sounds as though it should be impossible, but… [there've been so many incredible things today, this is surprising him less than it would have otherwise.]

The impossible is only a suggestion. [ She says, almost sounding sad as she looks to the Hyur. She still thinks he looks a little odd, not being a Miqo'te.

After a few more steps, she decides to elaborate: ] It was not always like this. Even when our Warrior of Light returned, it seemed to make sense.

[ and yet... ]

So it seems. […if th'ancred were a little less heavy, he might try to ruffle her hair- there's a look that doesn't much suit her.]

She was… resurrected, wasn't she? I heard… a little. [he tilts his head towards th'ancred.] What happened?

It was while you-- 'ancred was possessed. [ She says, as she moves him a little in her arms. Looks like they're going downstairs. ] The Warrior of Light had gone into the Praetorum, with their Free Company. And she did not leave... alive. It was Ser Haurchefant who told us she had been... [ Killed.

Minfilia is trying not to show her own sadness, as she explains. ] After the funeral, however... at a time which should have been celebrated - a man called Miscarlet came to us, showing that she had been restored. However, he refused to speak of his methods. But we all thought it a miracle.

Except for 'ancred, who had already begun to take to the Gold Saucer at most hours. [ A pause. ] He only learned she was his daughter after her passing.

[Downstairs- that makes sense, since they've had to expand. He nods, frowning, steps more careful as they go down.] …yes. That's… the worst news to bring back.

Miscarlet…? So that was when you met him? [another nod] A true resurrection… it would be.

[he curses, quietly.] That… must have only served to compound the pain.

Even if he's a Nuhn, 'ancred... didn't think he could have children. So it made sense to him that he never had a daughter.

But as he might have told you - it was not as simple as a true ressurection. Miscarlet holds the powers of a Deity, and used them to create a child Ascian. The first of many impossible feats we must accept.

[ And they stop outside a simple door, Minfilia nodding ]. In here.

No…? [his eyebrows rise, but he doesn't ask further after that- it's probably not the right moment, if there's any.

He sucks in a breath- not as white as when Th'ancred had talked about him, but still paler.] Creating a child like that… But- she seems the same as she did before?

All right. [he nods, and shifts to get the door.] Easy…

She does. It's been over a year since then, and she is no false Warrior of Light.

[ And as they enter, the room seems nice and cozy. There's a lot of hidey-holes, but there's a nice warm bed, the blankets already pulled aside. Minfilia expected she'd need to bring him here.

Who was the more mature one here? As Minfilia went to lower him down, her eyes closed. ] I know. At first, even I thought it may be an Ascian ploy. Especially since...

[ She has to admit it. ] After her death, I no longer heard Her voice. Hydaelyn had gone silent.

There's a piece of good news, then.

[That it happened still seems beyond incredible, but he focuses on helping Minfilia get Th'ancred tucked into bed. He straightens quickly- focusing on Minfilia, now.]

Minfilia… […no. It's been years, by now… He doesn't understand- is it possible for her connection to be severed so? He turns reaching out to pull her into a hug.]

[ As soon as he reaches for a hug...

...she takes it, placing her head right into him. Even if her body feels warmer, like a flame - and if he might have trouble getting his hands around her back. She's softly just resting against him.

...And is that a little purring sound? ]

[That's different- but the warmth is nice, and he feels better for it (he hopes she feels better for it, too). It might take a few moments to embrace her properly, but he's glad when he does- and he can't help a surprised grin on hearing that purr. It's adorable, and- well- maybe he'll just reach up to give her a little bit of scritching behind one ear, then.]

[ Oh! She lets out a small gasp, and leans into the stroke. That's something only her 'ancred and 'lhaminn had done before.

She then softly speaks. ] I don't know why. Even now, Her voice is... another can speak of Her words, but...

[ It's wrong and different, in other words. She's been trying to hold it together. Those who embody Light and Dark un-nerve her, but she has opened their gates to those of other worlds. ]

[He hadn't thought she'd think much of it- but he's happy to keep doing it, for as long as she likes.]

They can…? […there's no reason why not, but- he still can't quite grasp the why of it, and it's obviously hurting her. He puts his other arm back around her, nuzzling into her hair.] It was nothing you did, Minfilia. I'm sure of it.

[ She is but a catte-raised hyur, the simple things help. ]

...It's another you - and another Y'shtola. They hold the Word of the Mother in their hearts. [ But why them... goes unsaid. ] I try my best to remain walking her path, Thancred.

[ She looks over a little, to her 'ancred. ] And yet... this is what we've been dealt.

[there's a little spluttering surprised sound out of him.] -they do? [he's never- considered anything like that. beyond wishing to be able to help more, sometimes…] I've never doubted you would.

[he turns to look at th'ancred as well, still trying to keep her close.] Would that it weren't. We'll still- we'll make the best of it we can.

I have no reason to doubt when they said they could. [ Though she does doubt, even if she doesn't display it often. ] I think-- Y'shtola is still around with her other self, if you wish to meet her later.

[ And then, she whispers, so that only he could hear - even if the other cat was awake. (Which it seemed he was, he had begin to slow blink at them again.) ] I'm scared.

[he hums- it's still an odd thought.] Y'shtola is-? Yes- it would be good to see what she's making of this.

[Thancred blinks back for a moment, turning back towards Minfilia.] You're allowed to be.

No. [ She then says, bundling herself more into him -- is she crying a little? ] I am meant to lead everybody - to help save Eorzea with the power of the Echo. We don't- I don't have time to be scared.

[ Even now, she tried to keep her composure. Her warmth seemed to build, as she gripped to Thancred. She's had to handle so much, and yet... ] Everybody is counting on me...

[he wraps himself around her in return, nuzzling into her hair.]

That doesn't mean you can't give yourself a little time. We're here for you, as well, after all. Take a little rest- you'll feel better, I promise.

[…says he.

He glances at Th'ancred- asking permission, of sorts, before he nudges closer to the bed to get them both to sit down.]

[ Says Thancred. In fact, she gives a little hiccup of a laugh - and Th'ancred shifts a little, so they can lay down. He's still out of it, though, but giving concerned sounds.

To both of them. But Minfilia sits, trying to stop her crying. ] We should be at rest... the Scions stand strong. We've all been at base - even if...

[ oh lordy does he know about that... ]

...Lyse and-- Yda have been bothering Papalymo for their homeland. [ She doesn't mention that Yda is actually a weird Primal of Ala Mhigan Resistance. No, he doesn't need to know. ] We may be setting out soon.

[~~heh~~ That's a little better. Thancred tries to keep an arm around her as they sit, reaching out to Th'ancred for a moment.

Th'ancred had mentioned Lyse was going by her own name again, and he nods. It's something of a surprise that it's happening now, but- well, it's been bound to happen sooner or later.]

We're to head east soon, then? I suppose it was about time. This ought to be the best time to rest, then.

[ As he's touched, there's a tail flick. He's a soft cat.

There's reasons for everything, Thancred. Even if they're insane. But Minfilia is smiling a little again, softly and sadly. ] ...Nobody has to die. [ She says.

But, she then nods. ] It truly is. Ishgard is at peace with Dravanian-kind, if you can believe it - and have pledged to assist Eorzea.

[very soft. whatever else- he's glad Minfilia has had Th'ancred with her.]

Good.

[…admittedly, he doesn't know all of what has gone down to make it matter as much, but it still is a good thing. His eyebrows rise at that.]

Indeed? That's… unexpected. Not that I'm not glad to hear it- [one less thing to worry about-] but how did this come about?

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