Lemia smiles and goes to take a seat at the table. She takes a moment to straighten her hair and rub some of the pain out of her hands.

"There's a tin of candied citrus peels if you wouldn't mind getting that as well."

She then folds her hands on the table.

"We were a strange mix, the four of us. And perhaps no two of us displayed that contrast better than Dyne and Ghaleon. It's amazing that they could be as close as they were, especially when you take into account one of our journeys to save another village from Eiphel's dark grasp."