( she's seated outside the house she shares with her brother when umbra reappears. the harsh sunlight makes spending long hours outside hard but luna cannot deny herself the simple comforts in these moments. there is a simplicity of sitting outdoors, writing while her familiar slept nearby and her thoughts lingered toward noctis as they had many times before in their long years apart.

with a warm gentleness, she reaches out to greet umbra when she realizes that he is not alone. there is a pause in her motions, a stillness as she takes in the sight of noctis but never once does that warmth leave her features. it was still strange, in a way, for him to be so close like this as if any moment she would awaken from her dream to find him gone and she no longer able to reach out to him, to touch him.

her mouth opens but her greeting is lost, trapped in her throat as he speaks and she finds that day in the fields of tenebrae returning back to her. her wishes spoken through tears, the selfish want for them to share a life together free of burdens and duties. a wish to hear his voice again— ) Truly, I am undeserving of her kindness.

( her hands grip at the fabric of her dress, her eyes closing briefly before she wills herself to stand and greet him with a smile. )

My feelings... I so longed to tell you with my own voice. Many times I dreamt it but I always I awoke before I could hear your answer, before I could hear your voice again. I thought perhaps that in Altissia, I could finally tell you everything. ( but there was no need to linger there. ) My silence toward my own feelings, I think, are my biggest regret.