Yuna can feel his discomfort through their bond, and looks up. 

"Aten? Are you all right?"

He flinches slightly when he realises he's drawn her attention. (And how could he have forgotten that summoners sometimes noticed his feelings?)

"I- yes. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to- to distract you."

"You're not distracting. I'm just...thinking. It helps when I do it aloud. You can come sit by me, if you like?"

He flickers uncertainly, and then moves a little closer to her. "I- are you alright?"

"I..." Her mouth forms the word fine, but what point is there in lying to someone who can feel your pain? She has a connection to Aten, to all her aeons. And it would help to say his name to someone who would remember him once she was gone. 

"I...was in love. His name was Tidus. When the fayth stopped dreaming, he disappeared. I...I miss him."

He's still for a moment, not sure how to respond. "I-I'm sorry," he says quietly. (And there's a surge of comforting warmth from him.)

The warmth envelops Yuna enough that she closes her eyes in bliss. "It's so strange, having you here without summoning you. I can feel what you are thinking, and I'm not drained by you. You are truly unique, Aten."

There's that uncertain flicker again. "I can- not be here. I-if you'd prefer?"

"No, I wouldn't prefer that. I like seeing you all the time. I would do the same for my other aeons, if I could."

"Should we try some training?" Auron is suddenly before them, a serious look on his face.

He flinches again. "I- yes, sir- if you- if you think- yes sir."

"O-okay." Yuna puts her sphere away and readies her stance-

A warm flood of fire flows from her.

A large creature leaps from her, growling ferociously. 

Aten flinches away and-

Is abruptly between Yuna and the creature. (He feels like he should remember this, but he's not sure he does, and he needs to protect-)

"No! No, Aten! This is Ifrit, he is the Kilika Isle aeon. He's a friend!"

Iftrit growls and curls around Yuna, protecting her from Aten.

He gives off a feeling of contentment and protection.

He flinches away from them all, trying to make himself smaller, less of a target-

"M'sorry. Sorrysorrysorry."

The aeon reaches out, a sense of quiet and calm radiating from it. 

Soft. Calm. Quiet.

-That's- familiar?

(A previous summoner.)

(They'd all been angry and scared and hurt. But this-)

Somehow he's visibly trembling, but he's...not as panicked.

"I-I-" (He messed up, he knows he did, he doesn't know how to make it better.)

Ifrit casts a fire spell, aiming to heal Aten. 

He growls comfortingly.

-Oh. That-

He'd forgotten how nice that felt.

"I hoped you two would get along," Yuna says happily.

"Good." Auron looks approving. "Control of your fire is possible, you just need to be shown how."

Lulu keeps water spells handy, just in case.

Ifrit rumbles pleasantly, like a loud cat's purr.