[ Her brow knits in thought, attempting to link bits and pieces of the dream back together, combining that with what connection she has with that missing, third brother of hers. Surprisingly, the dream, however it may have come to be-- and muddled as it is-- gives a little more insight. ]

He's... not limited, like Mythra, me, or Malos. And he can do that. [ She looks up, thoughtful. ] Although I don't know what his reasons are... Or how safe he believes he is.

[ Turning her head, she looks back at Noctis, and her gaze lowers to his crystal. ] ...But I do think it means that he finally chose someone, too.