Not skipping a beat, Nyx laughed. "You know what, you're right. Things are weird. Okay to have on you, but not ingest. I don't understand the science, just that it's a thing. Regardless, he kept floating a bit with his mind still racing. Then her statement brought his full attention and made him look to her more focused.
Nyx listened silently. Nyx understood following orders and following what was perceived the correct path. How did one come back from that guilt. Hell, Nyx knew how he felt with the failure of protecting his sister during the first conflict in Galahd. Then the person on the inside twisting the good, that Nyx could understand. Looking down a bit, the pain of not realizing that the Captain was actually part of Niflheim and actually one of their top soldiers was painful. He trusted Titus. "My commanding officer, Titus, or Glauca- he was a turn coat. He help orchestrate the downfall of Lucis." He pondered a minute. "I think what we have to do, is accept the circumstances that were out of our power, and rest firm in knowing we always made the best decisions we could, and did what good we could when and how we could." Nyx offered. Not that it made it easier, but at least could heal.
There was a soft chuckle. "You sure? You might be able to hide a few swords under the amount of pillows you brought back." Nyx smirked. No, Nyx wasn't about to do the same thing, but knowing how dangerous situations could be, him having something that resembled his old weapons made it a bit easier. At least he'd be able to use his abilities at their fullest. "Besides, for feeling safer, General," He waited to catch the glare from her before he splashed her with the pool water. "You never know when an attack is coming." He laughed as he attempted to put some distance between the pair of them.