[Freya had expected the pause--it was a heavy question, and though Ramza seemed a grounded man, he didn't appear to think of himself often. She simply waited patiently with a slight tilt of her head.

When he finally spoke again, a smile stretched across her face.]

A noble desire if there ever was one. Sometimes I wonder if I'm speaking to a man or the prince out of a fairy tale. [He was always so earnest and humble, she can't help but tease him a little about it.]

I only pray all those you find company with share that feeling. You deserve happiness and health as much as any other.

[The change in the room's volume spoke of the music soon to come. She turned her head towards the dance floor for a few moments before returning her attention to Ramza and his proffered hand, hair brushing across her shoulders. Her drink was soon set aside, and she took the man's hand in her own.]

Even if I did not, I would gladly make time.