The song was beautiful if it weren’t for such dire times. How so many came together, sang and prayed together— Valsaega had never seen anything like it before. It was commendable how so many chose to come to the world’s aid, commendable still for those that were willing to fight for it. Despite the darkness, there was no mistaking the light that shined in all of them from within. The light of hope, the light of peace. She couldn’t help but crack a smile.

Such delicate paws were created for mending, not maiming and it was an easy choice as to which path the woman was to choose. Although it pained her to not be able to aid any more than this. Perhaps, however, her song would suffice. Like a sacred prayer her voice joins the many. Calling, aching for the warmth to return to the world once more. To call forth life, to bring a dawn of healing and rebirth— Valsaega couldn’t have asked for anything more than this moment now.