Palla: How are you holding up, Catria?
Catria: All’s well here, Palla.
Palla: Oh good! That means I don’t have to worry about you. Now Est, on the other hand…
Catria: Indeed. Though I imagine we should be used to worrying about her by now. Still, I find it hard to believe that we’re all the way in Valentia. The quiet life never lasts for long, does it?
Palla: No, it doesn’t. Even Archanea isn’t what one would call stable these days. How long do you think we’ll have to continue all this fighting?
Catria: I wish I knew.
Palla: Hmm? Did you need something?
Catria: I just had a thought I know it’s only happenstance that brought us here, but… Well, Celica and the others are all such good people. And Valentian culture is quite interesting in its own right. Perhaps I should allow myself to enjoy being here a bit more.
Palla: That’s…not what I expected you to say. In fact, you’re the last of us I’d suppose to be having such thoughts.
Catria: Is it really so out of character?
Palla: Heh. Maybe not—especially as I think your words were directed at me. And perhaps you’re right. I have been rather dour lately, after all. I suppose it IS important to find joy wherever life happens to take you.
Catria: I couldn’t agree more. And I find the most joy in the smiles of my sisters.
Palla: Well, that’s very sweet.
Palla: Is something wrong, Catria? You seem down.
Catria: Oh, it’s nothing. Just musing on Archanea a bit.
Palla: Ah. I see. I, too, worry about our home. I hope Minerva is all right. And…
Catria: And what?
Palla: Well, I’m curious who it is that YOU were thinking of.
Catria: What? Th-there’s no “who!” I was just… You can be so cruel sometimes.
Palla: Heh. Perhaps we’ll both just leave it at that then, mmm? Now let’s get to work. The sooner we win, the sooner we can return home.