He likes when people call him by his name. [ Era gives Ardyn a considering look. ] ...You should use it one day. I imagine he could do with hearing it uttered from another's lips, and you are not merely his friend, but also more his equal than I could ever be.

[ There is something worn and defeated in her tone at that, though not necessarily sad. Just... accepting. That he will never be able to consider her his equal even were he desired to. ]

It would not do to let him forget who he is.

[ She fumbles with the door, and upon feeling a searing pain build up beneath her skull she falters. Stumbles. Lifts her hands to press curled fingers deep to her temples as she doubles over from the agony, unable to do more than let out a sharp, choking gasp before she loses touch with the present. ]