[...that's so true, isn't it? If she hadn't had the fortune to be summoned to Lunatia, she would have never developed such a close relationship with Lorenz, or Hilda, or, frankly, anyone outside of the Black Eagles. It's a sobering thought; particularly when she considers just what the future has in store. Is this some kind of sign?]

You're right. The relationships I've developed here mean a great deal to me.

[Let her take another sip of that tea while she gathers her thoughts, once more.]

I suppose that's part of what makes it all so complicated. I have to operate on the assumption that I'll eventually return to Fódlan, or I fear I'll lose my mind.

[The idea that she might never go back, never see her dream reach fruition...perish the thought! The mere possibility does not exist. It's draining to even entertain the miserable concept.]

So what happens, then, if I were to...'get out there', as they say, and fall in love with someone here? I could never choose them over my legacy. But I've never been in love, so I don't feel qualified to speak on it. What if it is as overpowering as the poets make it sound?

[...ugh, how about she just...sighs, and slumps slightly in her chair.]

I'm dreadfully sorry, Lorenz. This isn't the sort of talk one usually engages in when having tea with a dear friend.