[ He's trying to be reassuring, and her feelings are a little muddled right now. Even still, Lyse lets her gaze shift to X'rhun as she makes an attempt at a smile. She's trying, really, but it's difficult.

Seeing her dear friend here, and knowing that what he did may have been for naught. The work that they did, all undone by some cataclysmic force she can't quite draw to memory. It's overwhelming, and she isn't sure what to do with any of this. ]

Thank you.

[ And she is thankful, even if her words lack any kind of color or luster. Looking back up at Papalymo, her smile sags at the corners. ]

I should be happy that they brought so many of us here in one piece. But I know this isn't what Papalymo would have wanted, if he had anything to say about it. He would have tried to find a way to stop what happened, before it came to this.