[ Lunafreya had seen Noctis during the worst of his time with the Starscourge; it had frightened and concerned her, but she had aided her mother in his healing as best as she had been able. Her hand in his recovery had lain mainly with his emotional state, and she had been happy to aid even just a little bit with that.

Here in Hadriel, however, Lunafreya feels lost. She knows that his delicate mental state lies with the wellbeing of both herself and Regis, and while she is overjoyed to be reunited with him, she knows that he can't go on like this for much longer. On Eos, she and Regis are both dead. Noctis cannot continue to live with ghosts for the rest of his life. ]

I feel you may be better suited to the task than I, [ She admits, her voice dipping low with sadness. ] The situation is delicate, to say the least, but Noctis is destined for more than to live the rest of his days here. In some ways, I almost feel as if I may be hindering him, in my own selfish way.