[ She's glad for how his voice catches as he speaks of how she was proud of him, feeling that same pride for him in return. Yes, of course she'd be proud of him, who wouldn't? She allows him to have this moment as he expresses himself, squeezing her hand, and Pyra returns the gesture with three squeezes of her own against his palm: I. Love. You.
A dream like that, so soft and bittersweet, with the way Noctis speaks of it brings a few tears to her eyes. What a soft-heart, she is. She's so happy that he had such a dream, and she's so, so sorry that he couldn't know his mother more.
What is a mother like, what is being a mother like? Neither Pyra nor Mythra would know. But if they had to guess, a mother would be someone as Noctis describes, loving their child, being proud of their child, and holding their child for as long as they could. ]
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A dream like that, so soft and bittersweet, with the way Noctis speaks of it brings a few tears to her eyes. What a soft-heart, she is. She's so happy that he had such a dream, and she's so, so sorry that he couldn't know his mother more.
What is a mother like, what is being a mother like? Neither Pyra nor Mythra would know. But if they had to guess, a mother would be someone as Noctis describes, loving their child, being proud of their child, and holding their child for as long as they could. ]
She sounds lovely.