[ she grows quiet as he talks, wings fluttering a little as she listens closely to his words. her head tilting only the slightest and lowers it to glance to the sword again. it is not a sword she has seen before. most weapons are... well, only really calls for caution. ]

It must be.. something, though. You're still here. I know. [ whether it's a myth, legacy, or some story, he is most definitely here! ]

I don't.. want you to disappear. [ it is sad to think about. that someone can just cease... to exist. it happens, whether someone dies or other means but.. ] I will.. tell everyone about you! Back home, too! I can share... stories about you.

Will... will that help?

[ 'is there anything that I can do?' ]