It wasn't quite a splash of cold water, but it was close. Lunafreya's eyes searched his face and saw there the shame, the closed off expression as the soldier reasserted himself. She'd only gotten a small glimpse of the man beneath all of that. She wanted him to come back.
But...Noctis. Their king. And her betrothed. Sighing slightly, Lunafreya let go of him, although she didn't pull away. She wanted this life now, and she wasn't going to just let go of it easily. "Yes, Noctis," she spoke, quietly. "It's....Nyx, that's no longer our world, is it? Can we....accept that Eos isn't a part of this anymore?" She wasn't sure how to address the disparity in how he viewed her in relation to himself. A princess. The Oracle. Promised to the king he served. "I can't end something that doesn't exist here."