[ She shakes her head, brief; semantics are not the point! But she cannot chide her for it, not when she wears such an blush. It's almost innocent. ]  What I am saying is... that, over time, he has done something-- or many things-- that have come to move your heart. 

[ She chances a glance at where Emet stands at some other display, and then looks back to Era. Once more, Pyra brings a hand to lie over her own chest, over where her heart would be-- if she had one. ]

And now... now the world looks far lovelier when he is there, doesn't it?