[ It's a little strange, now that she's got a second to think about it. She's here alone as far as she's aware — but if it's truly random, then others could show up here. Already be here. The thought is ... more disconcerting than comforting. There's a brief frown that she needs to remember to smooth away.

( She misses her family. Her friends. Her Shepherds. She does. But— )

She remembers to smile back. That's something. ] The feeling is very much mutual, Alphinaud — my name is Lucina. [ And a small bow of her own. ]

For what it's worth, it doesn't sound as though you have been taking their presence for granted. [ Beat. Then fondly: ] They must mean a great deal to you.