[ Era glances at Noct, tail flicking behind her in mild annoyance, though she very quickly settles on feeling a touch embarrassed. Perhaps she shouldn't have had that drink.

She lifts a hand, reaching for the pendant that always hangs from her neck, though is not always on display. Without Hades she would not be standing here now, mooning over Ardbert and feeling anxious-excited-scared to propose. ]

...One day, when the pain has lessened, I would like to hear about her. [ It shouldn't be hard to guess who she means by 'her'. ] Until then, continue nurturing new memories to keep close to your heart.

Ones that ease the ache of remembrance, but never replace it.