Auron comes closer, inspecting the aeon. He lets a part of himself seperate from his body, whirling away in the form of a pyrefly. He hopes that would soothe the aeon a little. 

“How long have you been able to summon yourself?”

Aten doesn't quite cower away from Auron, but it's a close thing. He watches the pyrefly in confusion, but his eyes snap back to Auron when he speaks.

"I- I'm sorry, sir, I- It's been- It's hard to keep track. I don't- know. I'm sorry, sir." Beat, and then, much quieter: "Please."

“You don’t need to apologise for not knowing something. I cannot imagine you know much of the world outside Macalania.”

Auron inspects the aeon. “You have control over fire?”

"I- mostly, yes. I- sometimes I- can't. But- but normally."

“We’ll work with both you and Yuna to help you control that. Ifrit, another aeon, has volcanic powers, and can teach you. For now, we need rest, Yuna especially.”

"I- yes. Yes. Thank you yes-"

Pauses, does whatever his equivalent of breathing is.

"It's-quiet here. You're the first to come here in-" (too long) "-You'll be safe to rest, sir."

“Thank you, Aten.” 

He turns and goes to sit by Aten’s fayth, leaning against the tree. He closes his eyes. 

“You will wake us if anyone comes past?” Lulu’s eyes are narrowed at the aeon. 

He nods rapidly. "Yes, ma'am!"

Lulu's eyebrow raises, but she says nothing. She eases herself down next to Yuna and closes her eyes.

Kimhari sits near the stream, and closes his eyes, though he seems to be meditating rather than sleeping.

Aten stays over the stream, although his avatar coalesces into a ball, and there's a sense that he's watching further than just this clearing while they sleep.

Yuna wakes first, blearily blinking as she struggles upright. At first glance, she can't feel where Aten is, but can sense his fire inside herself. She follows that trail to the floating ball, and gasps.

"Aten? I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to summon you!"

He'd been gravitating towards her, but jumps back when she gasps.

"I- you- didn't, ma'am. I- I can. Summon. Myself, ma'am."

"Summon...yourself?" Yuna stares a little closer at Aten. He's definitely an aeon, she can feel the pulse of his energy. But she has never heard of an aeon that can summon itself into being, that is truly strange. And a little exciting, if she's honest with herself.

"That's truly a wonder. Do you prefer to be summoned?"

There's a distinct impression of a shrug. "I- not being- hurts less. But- But things get. Hazy. Hard to concentrate sometimes."

"You don't remember who you were before?"

That sounds terribly sad to Yuna, especially because the fayth wer- are, such noble people.

He forms his body again, it's so much easier to communicate when he can use non-verbal signs, and shakes his head. "I remember- bits. But not- not enough."

"I'm so sorry. That's a terrible thing. But you were so brave to become a fayth. And your aeon, I can sense it's power. You're incredible, Aten," Yuna says softly.

He shakes his head again, lost at the praise. (And there's that flicker of a half-forgotten memory.)

"I just-" Shrugs. "I wasn't- good enough-"

"You seem plenty good enough to me."

He shrugs again, shrinks in on himself a little, seems to look her over. "I- didn't- hurt you? Did I?"

"No! No, of course not. It's just...accepting the aeon, it's still hard. Some summoners train longer so that the pilgrimage isn't as hard. But I wanted to go. I'm just not very strong yet. I'm getting better!"

He's still, seeming confused-

"I- no, ma'am- you're- you're stronger than- Stronger than the other summoners, ma'am."

Yuna giggles. "Thank you, Aten." She's blushing. She's very proud of her skills and her aeons, and it's so lovely that Aten seems to see that. 

"I don't think I'm as strong as High Summoner yet, but I hope to be. I want to defeat Sin. I need to. Spira needs another Calm."