Era has learned a lot since she began suffering through the indignity of her recovery, and comrades not minding her leaning on them for support when she needs it, or when she needs the extra warmth (insisting upon it, in fact), was one of the first things drilled through her particularly thick skull after waking. Now, it just seems like the sensible thing to do.

Noct's question causes her to go still, but does not stiffen—meaning that while she is caught off guard she doesn't feel like she needs to be. His comment on the Echo, however, causes her to duck her head as she's struck by that reflexive feeling of shame she always struggles with these days when it comes to matters involving her 'gift'.

It takes her a few long moments to relax and ponder how, exactly, to answer. What can she say when she isn't sure of it, herself?

"The events I've spoken of were your memories, but the feelings..." Era frowns down at her hands. Narangerel vocalizes an encouraging chirp from where she's curled around Noct's neck. "I think...learning what I have of Kiyo's childhood, your emotions were burned so clearly in my mind because they were familiar."

The question about her own father is also difficult to answer, but she tries:

"...He was taller than Gladio. He had brown skin, large hands with calloused fingers, kind eyes, and a warm voice. His name was Nobuyuki. He loved his baby girl more than anything in the world. He was— He was barely twenty-two—"

Her breath catches, and she does her best not to cry.

"'Stay quiet and still until I come back. You'll be safe—I promise.'"