I can understand that; it was a difficult choice for everyone who's left, I believe, but I know that there is little I can do with them. And staying with an essentially comatose friend who can't hear you speaking to them through the pods isn't beneficial for them, either.

The best we can do is grow acclimated to the world below and ensure there's a place for them and we have as much knowledge to share as possible.

( Which isn't meant to be a lecture; it was her personal reason for eventually heading down to assist in Nadril, the frozen landscape to the Northwest, and for wandering Olympia where all walks of life gathered. For exploring Wyver and its humid jungle-like canopies, risking the dragons just to visit a friend.

She takes another sip, seeming to savor it this time with a flutter of her lashes to the burn in her throat, looking at all the different-colored glass bottles reflected on the wall. )

What would you tell them, if someone were to wake up and ask?

( About the planet. Their options. What it's like. )