Terra...takes stock. Is she alright? It's tempting to fall back on the language of the battlefield, where 'are you alright' just means 'can you keep killing' but somehow, she can sense that Celes means something more than that. It feels...important, somehow, that she choose her words even more carefully than usual, slotting them into place precisely.

"I..." Don't know? No, she does know, she's just... "I'm not..sure? This place is...very confusing."

Involuntarily, one hand shifts up her forearm, gripping the gem set halfway between her elbow and wrist.

"I think..."

There's a pause, then, as she considers what to say next.



"I think I'm a little...better? Now that...you're here."