"I don't know. But I would not put it past this place," she shifts, considering, before she outstretches her arm and summons her Trident into her hand. It appears in a brief, dull flash of blue light, and she squints into the water. "but perhaps it is better safe than sorry."

She doesn't trust the water, after all. Or anything in it. "Ah! They were, yes. They were my favorites," she replies, smiling fondly. "I would love to see them again, but even if that were possible... my fate was sealed and it is simply impossible for me, unfortunately... I just hope that our enemies didn't burn them all. I hope that they are able to be around for future generations to come."

She agrees, though. It's wrong that everyone is here, because not everyone is supposed to be here. She's supposed to be dead, but she's not supposed to be here. Noctis is not meant to be dead at all, and his presence here means her world is doomed. She can't imagine Aziraphale is meant to be here, either. And that is extremely frustrating.