Macalania Wood is known as one of the most beautiful, most serene places in Spira. Crystals glimmer on every branch, pools of water like lustrous gems collect under huge, blue trees.
Yuna couldn’t admire its beauty. She was barely affected by the gentle wind, the soft music of the water. Her heart was broken, the remnants barely enough to keep her going.
She put one foot in front of the other, following her guardians, tears gently dripping down her face.
He seems startled, both by Yuna's happiness, and Auron's approval. (And if he's keeping a cautious eye on Lulu, no-one needs to know.)
After a moment, he shifts back into his humanoid form, holding his hand out to Ifrit cautiously.
Ifrit happily drops his head into Aten's hand. There is fire in him, Aten can feel it, but Ifrit's is well controlled. It feels like a simmering heat, a slow burn.
-Yeah, he's not that, and he's not sure how to be that. But he won't hurt Ifrit, won't hurt someone Yuna cares about, and that's important. Even if the idea of her caring about her aeons is still alien (and yet far too familiar, a memory, just out of reach, something long forgotten).
"I- Yes. I can-" He can't be what Ifrit is, it's too different. But he can- be closer to it. "Yes, sir," he says, thoughtful.
Yuna watches rapturously. She's never thought to have her aeons interact like this. It's beautiful.
Ifrit lets him pull away, but keeps sending those feelings.
Not Better. Same. All of Us.
He shows Aten images of the other aeons, the ones living in Yuna alongside him.
He nods, slow and wondering. (He doesn't trust it yet, he can't, but It's- Amazing to see.)
Ifrit keeps sending warm feelings, and the occasional burst of fire through Aten, trying to calm his racing mind.
By some miracle, it works. He settles. He's still uncertain, but he's not worrying about having messed up, if anything, he's basking in Ifrit's warmth.
Aten responds positively to Yuna's happiness again, and seems...relieved in the face of Auron's approval.
"How do you feel, Aten?" She asks, wanting verbal confirmation of those warm feelings from him.
He pauses! Not sure how to explain it. He doesn't have the words for this.
"I- warm," he settles on eventually.
-that gets a flicker of happiness. Happy that she's happy. He settles down a little more.
Kimhari shares around campfire cooked food, offering some to Aten with a look of confusion.
Yuna accepts it and eats a little, picking at it with half a mind still on Ifrit and Aten.
Auron accepts food, but doesn't seem to eat anything. The group doesn't notice, they appear used to it.
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