There wasn't any irritation to be seen in Lunafreya's expression. She had listened carefully, taking from his words what she could. As Nyx's explanations came to a stop, she shook her head.
"There's no need for an apology, Nyx. You've given me a lot to consider."
The was a moment of hesitation on the light rail, looking to the open seats. Deciding she'd rather stand for the moment instead, Luna reached out for the handrail and kept herself in easy speaking distance. Inevitably, of course, her thoughts turned to what he'd said of Noctis.
It certainly sounded strange. But then, she had no time to speak with him in Altissia. After so many years and such distance, it was easy to underestimate her own understanding of his feelings. She only had the brief, final moments of her other life to judge—his unconscious form lying on the alter, the passing of the ring.
Hope for the fate of Eos, then nothing.
She sighed to herself before shaking the memories away. It wasn't useful right now to dwell on it.
"There must be some good we can do, even in this strange new land." Luna looked over but didn't quite meet his gaze. "It will benefit us, at least, without the starscourge to contend with. And if the daemons are different, as you say, perhaps we can explore this Everdale even at night."
She eyed him then, in a similar way she would before trying to leap out of an airship.