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.
Nope. Aten surges out, consuming the flames before they get anywhere near Yuna, and wrapping around the fiend, intent on destroying it.
The fiend howls furiously, and then drops from the weight of Aten's fire, dissolving into pyreflies.
The fire spells have helped some, but he still flinches slightly at the sudden movement. "I- I-" (It sounds almost like he wants to apologise again, even though he has no clue what for.)
"You were so brave, I'm so proud! You did so well," Yuna soothes, wishing she could hug him.
"You protected your summoner well. Perhaps we should name you a guardian." Auron is only half-joking.
He flickers uncertainly. "I- I did? I just-" (Doesn't have the words for the alien-not-alien desire to protect Yuna, and her guardians, the first people who hadn't hurt him in almost all of his memory.)
"You protected me." Yuna reaches a hand out, first cloaking it with protega, to gently stroke along Aten's embers.
He's not wrong, but Yuna doesn't want to have him expend so much energy every time. "We're a team. We protect each other," she says.
And Aten follows as well. He flags a little, but not so much as to cause a problem.
-Aten isn't sure what to do with that. "I- I won't hurt her, sir?" he promises quietly.
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