Sunset Valley Contraband Sky Rocket

No idea. Great. If Xiuh had been able to at least give her an estimate, Nocta might have been able to estimate how far from home they were. But she would not argue or press. No doubt, the journey had the Beta in foul spirits, and the news she'd just been given probably hadn't helped at all. No, the young Amazon would leave her be about the matter, if only in hopes that they'd start the trek home soon anyway. It'd be nice to leave this... barren place; snow and permafrost and cold were not her favorite things and she would totally be down for changing her scenery back to what it had been before.

"Agreed. It makes me miss home. Admittedly, I don't spend much time here. I've been learning the lay of the lands, on the off chance we'd need intel." Explaining herself to the woman always made her feel a bit... squidgy, though she really couldn't have said why that was. It was just a thing, and things happened.

A rough sigh cut the air in front of her, flame-like eyes darkening. "No. He suffered a head wound during some war and barely remembers his own name now, if that says anything. We found him and he didn't recognize us, even after we'd given our names. Mana has tried to talk sense into him and Citali thought about drugging him but nothing so far has really worked." And again, the inability to "punish" the Prince, even though he was a male. Xiuh might not have such qualms but those that weren't related to the Queen couldn't take such risks without worrying that they'd lose their lives.

"Apparently he spent a good chunk of time with the belief that he was a Viking. Claims to go by Týrr now." It was frustrating, unfortunate, and just... ridiculous. Briefly, she wondered how their Queen would have handled the situation but laid that to rest as the Ridge rose in the distance.