[It's a side of him that she would like to see more often, always a treat when it does show itself— more, now, than in the days before the Warrior of Darkness came to this place and brought back the night sky. Back then, the old Thancred was only a rumor, someone she'd heard about in the occasional story that Urianger would offer about the lives they lived before, but she has long since decided that she much prefers seeing glimpses of that Thancred for herself, wherever they happen to make themselves known.

She leans back as her grip on the rail holds fast, smiling as she watches him engage with the the amaro in question, who does, before long, respond to his efforts. He really does have a way with the ladies, and when Lira looks to her for confirmation, she nods.]

That's right, eat up! You need your strength.

[She rights herself again, leaning forward against the top rung of the fence with her arms folded.]

They have done well, I think. They are able to grow much more now than they could before; too much light meant that what did grow was often malnourished or discolored. Worse in some places than others, but there are gardens right here in the Crystarium that are now growing quite well without the aid of magic! It's been quite something to see.