[ Pyra blinks as she speaks of a unnaturally lived existence, leaning away for a moment. An not-lived life, a perpetual state of existence is something to which she can relate. She knows what it is like. Merely existing, performing a duty and nothing more. Observing, watching the world as it formed, as life began anew after it had been destroyed. And waiting, waiting, waiting for something to happen, for another prompt, a command, a sign to undo and redo the world again, if this version failed...

However, she comes from an opposite path: Pyra had only existed as a crystal for untold millennia, then she was finally given life. Honerva was living, then she transitioned to merely 'existing', only after all those years to return to that living state. This makes her far more resilient. Pyra has only shifted once. Honerva has had that metaphorical life, lost it, then wrestled for it back to construct a new one along with others. It's beautiful. ]

...And that's okay.

[ She reassures her. ] But-- don't forget. They love you because you're loveable, and that loveableness is on you. [ Her, too, she almost wants to add. Pyra loves her as well, and that love doesn't come from feeling obligated to help her or see her well, but because it simply is.

She shifts closer, keeping her voice firm with conviction. ]

So... you're not going back to that state, Honerva. You've... escaped it. You're going to keep on living and loving.