She smiled at his comforting words, surprised and pleased that he was the type of person to try to comfort someone without being goaded into it. "Perhaps. Brother, the brother of someone I knew from home - he's been here for some time. So you might be right. I hope you are. I'm not used to not looking after Yuna." She smiled to herself, glad that Artan had so many people he knew.
She didn't see the coincidence that she knew a dragon, had killed a dragon, and was getting a tattoo of one with her relationship with Skwisgaar. "Yes. Is that... odd?" She would have turned around if he didn't have a needle in her back.