[ Her voice doesn't waver, but that makes it somehow worse. This is a grief she's already well acquainted with. Cid feels an echo of it in his own chest, settled as heavy as a stone. For the moment, the other names sounds like so much noise.

Clive is here, but like him, the only place he might return to is the lifestream.

Still, it wasn't all for nothing, and perhaps that should be some consolation. Cid meets her gaze and nods. He never doubted them for a moment — how could he? ]

That so? Well, that's half of it done. I suppose all that's left now is to live. [ He sets the goblet down and reaches out to put a hand on her shoulder again, squeezing gently. ] Before we get into all of that... Are you alright?

[ The question feels so absurd that Cid almost flinches after it comes out of his mouth, but artless as it is, he owes her at least this much. ]