[ The sigh she gives is long and slow and tired. She feels worn to the bone just hearing him talk about it, so she can't imagine how it must feel for Ardyn. How it must feel to have two thousand years rattling around in there.

She doesn't even think before reaching across the table and carefully setting her hands on top of his. Maybe if she herself weren't so strung out and exhausted, she'd be unsettled by how much it seemed like second nature to do so. ]

That's the worst part, isn't it? Knowing that there was something else there but no matter how hard you look... it's just gone. And there's just a... a hole where it should be.