[ Pyra’s head lifts with interest at his first statement, but at his second, her smile is sympathetic; her eyes, warm. She shakes her head. ]

You said you were defending him. Gladio, I mean. You care a lot about him. That’s very sweet. [ Then, her cropped hair sways as she tilts her head to the side, a crease forming above her brow. Something seems to warrant this question: ] Is… he doing okay?