The setting was picturesque but Lunafreya felt the same hollow sensation from the distant buildings, the emptiness that plagued so many towns during the war. The absence of people, the dusty neglect from places once loved and now abandoned. How many had she seen? How many would she still see, before her time was up?
And she thought it had been her time. The wave crashing over, the sting from the chancellors blade...but something had called her here. Still more duty for the princess. She stifled a sigh, her mask safely in place.
When she heard Nyx's voice, her mind blanked. So unusual; she knew that tone, that rough timbre, but it was as if her body didn't quite register. Then recognition blossomed and for once, Lunafreya's composure cracked, just a little.
"Nyx?" Her smile was puzzled, polite, the sort she might wear when at an event and she was placing their name, their face. It softened, became more real, and she took a step towards him, holding out her hand. "Nyx...it is you." And a sad certainty filled her eyes. "Then it is true. I thought..." She took a deep calming breath. She found that she couldn't fall apart in front of him, not Nyx. Even in the afterlife, she wanted foolishly for him to think she was strong, she was worthy. Her brave, incredible Kingsglaive. She'd done so much in her life thinking about how to prove she was worth the sacrifice he'd made.
"I missed you," she said, still with that sad smile. "Its been so long. "