Era pauses, turning to the Lalafell she had overlooked in her initial confusion. She doesn't recognize the woman, but neither does she believe her claim to be false. The offer to contact the others via Linkshell... Era isn't certain the Scions she knows are here as well. Hopefully they are (despite how strange it will be), as Urianger might have the best chance of finding a way for her to return home. Cid and Nero would likely be of great assistance as well, but Urianger is the one who has experience with parallel worlds.
Regardless, just the knowledge that the Scions are an organization here as well is enough to reassure her.
"Omega deposited me in the wrong Eorzea," Era explains, straight to the point as ever. There's no use requesting anyone specific if Era doesn't know who exists here. If this Lalafell is truly a Scion she would know who would be best to help her.
"That seems about right." She sighs. Pinya jumps off her chair, and comes round to lean herself on the side of the bed.
"I feel like getting Omega to put you back would be the best course of action, but we're shut out until the next tournament round." She says. "I can get a hold of Urianger for you, if you're attuned though, you're more than welcome to the Aetherite system though -please - you've been pretty roughed up and your own Aether's pretty low. Might be a good idea to rest for at least a little while."
Era has never been good at resting, and if the way she fidgets beneath the sheet is any indication she likely won't be resting for very long. She's always needed to be on the move, doing something, keeping busy, especially during her most trying times. Now, especially, she just wants to be doing something - anything that might get her home quickly. Urianger's presence is a great relief, but it will take time for any concrete plans and theories to be made. Time that her Eorzea may not have if Era is absent for too long.
While not overwhelming, there is still the innate sense of wrongness that she feels under her skin. It leaves her feeling even more anxious to return home.
"...I shall read for a time," she says after some consideration. While Era knows she won't be able to rest now that she's regained consciousness she is also a healer herself and understands that it is important she not exert herself until her aether reserves have recovered somewhat. The best she can do is read one of the books she carries in her inventory for those rare moments she has some time to herself and no desire to rush off to find the next adventure.
"My thanks for your aid - " Era pauses, coming to the abrupt realization that she hasn't introduced herself yet, nor does she know the other woman's name.
Piñara smiles at the Auri in the bed. She's certainly an adventurer alright.
"It is no worry. Your thanks is welcome. Though, recently through trade deals, the Reach isn't as bare of literature as it once was. If you need anything, don't hesitate to call. I am Piñara, one of this realm's Warriors of Light. I can feel Hydaelyns light in you too."
She taps an attendant on the leg, getting their attention, asking them to pass a message to Lyse to get Urianger to the Reach as soon as he can make it.
"What can I do to make your time here more bearable, Era?" Piña asks.
Piña's words derail whatever thoughts Era may have had and she looks at the Lalafellin woman with surprise written clearly on her face.
"'One of'?" She echoes, uncertain if she heard that correctly. More than one Warrior of Light? How often had Era herself wished for another of Hydaelyn's Chosen to share the burden? How many years has she kept a horn open for any rumours that might lead her to another Warrior?
It's enough that Era almost misses Piña's question, though she does and answers after a moment's thought. Was there anything this diminutive Warrior of Light could do to make this easier on her?
Era cannot think of anything. Perhaps a place to train once her aether reserves have recovered somewhat? Access to literature from this realm, that she might compare it to what she knows?
"Mayhaps some tomes of the history, geography, and magic of your realm?" Her voice trails off into uncertainty, for Era knows that it isn't always easy to access magical tomes - at least in her Eorzea. They are dangerous in the wrong hands after all.
"...And a visit to the nearest Chocobo stables once I've regained some strength, if it isn't too much inconvenience."
Era can smell the distinctive odour of Chocobos in the air (otherwise she wouldn't have asked), which is an indescribable comfort to her. It was something she missed in Othard the few times she was without Peki on the continent.
"I - yes, one of." Piña repeats. "There are not multiple Warriors in your universe?" She looks at Era with surprise.
Magical Tomes? She could probably ask Urianger to bring some with him, mayhap...
"I could ask one of the adventurers near the Gubal Library to being some up, but the Scions here have kept detailed documents of the recent years, and I believe that should satisfy you for the first couple of subjects. Was there any kind of magic you wanted in particular? I myself have a couple on White and Red. Actually. Wait here."
She trots out to the open archway that peers into the Reach, and whistles.
The bright white Chocobo lands neatly and chirps at her. She guides him towards the end of the bed, and he happily follows along. His barding is more of a portable alchemy station than anything protective, and two large bags are saddles there.
"Fel'han, this is Era." She gestures the small, Lala sized bird to the guest bed. "If she would like to use my books, please allow her, okay?"
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Regardless, just the knowledge that the Scions are an organization here as well is enough to reassure her.
"Omega deposited me in the wrong Eorzea," Era explains, straight to the point as ever. There's no use requesting anyone specific if Era doesn't know who exists here. If this Lalafell is truly a Scion she would know who would be best to help her.
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"That seems about right." She sighs. Pinya jumps off her chair, and comes round to lean herself on the side of the bed.
"I feel like getting Omega to put you back would be the best course of action, but we're shut out until the next tournament round." She says.
"I can get a hold of Urianger for you, if you're attuned though, you're more than welcome to the Aetherite system though -please - you've been pretty roughed up and your own Aether's pretty low. Might be a good idea to rest for at least a little while."
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While not overwhelming, there is still the innate sense of wrongness that she feels under her skin. It leaves her feeling even more anxious to return home.
"...I shall read for a time," she says after some consideration. While Era knows she won't be able to rest now that she's regained consciousness she is also a healer herself and understands that it is important she not exert herself until her aether reserves have recovered somewhat. The best she can do is read one of the books she carries in her inventory for those rare moments she has some time to herself and no desire to rush off to find the next adventure.
"My thanks for your aid - " Era pauses, coming to the abrupt realization that she hasn't introduced herself yet, nor does she know the other woman's name.
"I am Era," she offers.
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"It is no worry. Your thanks is welcome. Though, recently through trade deals, the Reach isn't as bare of literature as it once was. If you need anything, don't hesitate to call. I am Piñara, one of this realm's Warriors of Light. I can feel Hydaelyns light in you too."
She taps an attendant on the leg, getting their attention, asking them to pass a message to Lyse to get Urianger to the Reach as soon as he can make it.
"What can I do to make your time here more bearable, Era?" Piña asks.
sorry for the slow!
"'One of'?" She echoes, uncertain if she heard that correctly. More than one Warrior of Light? How often had Era herself wished for another of Hydaelyn's Chosen to share the burden? How many years has she kept a horn open for any rumours that might lead her to another Warrior?
It's enough that Era almost misses Piña's question, though she does and answers after a moment's thought. Was there anything this diminutive Warrior of Light could do to make this easier on her?
Era cannot think of anything. Perhaps a place to train once her aether reserves have recovered somewhat? Access to literature from this realm, that she might compare it to what she knows?
"Mayhaps some tomes of the history, geography, and magic of your realm?" Her voice trails off into uncertainty, for Era knows that it isn't always easy to access magical tomes - at least in her Eorzea. They are dangerous in the wrong hands after all.
"...And a visit to the nearest Chocobo stables once I've regained some strength, if it isn't too much inconvenience."
Era can smell the distinctive odour of Chocobos in the air (otherwise she wouldn't have asked), which is an indescribable comfort to her. It was something she missed in Othard the few times she was without Peki on the continent.
You think you're slow :') Apologies!
Magical Tomes? She could probably ask Urianger to bring some with him, mayhap...
"I could ask one of the adventurers near the Gubal Library to being some up, but the Scions here have kept detailed documents of the recent years, and I believe that should satisfy you for the first couple of subjects. Was there any kind of magic you wanted in particular? I myself have a couple on White and Red. Actually. Wait here."
She trots out to the open archway that peers into the Reach, and whistles.
The bright white Chocobo lands neatly and chirps at her. She guides him towards the end of the bed, and he happily follows along. His barding is more of a portable alchemy station than anything protective, and two large bags are saddles there.
"Fel'han, this is Era." She gestures the small, Lala sized bird to the guest bed. "If she would like to use my books, please allow her, okay?"
"Kw-eh!" He says in agreement.