Nyx watched the Oracle with keen eyes. The woman who dove from a crashing airship, seemed shaky in this world. It was hard to believe, if he wasn't witnessing it himself.
Slowly the man reached out to the same hand that was scratching Umbra's ear. "Princess, there is plenty of room and space for us all." Nyx tried to reassure and then gestured down to Umbra with his head. "And plenty of room for a dog to go running.
Then he realized what he was doing, and quickly released the woman's hand. "I would not fear being pushed out. This place, Preya, is very welcoming. To all people of all walks of life." This place was safe, he hoped. Though she was not alone. Nyx wasn't sure how to switch to the life before being a Glaive. That was his world for so long, every day it was now just second nature.