Ah. I see. So you suggest dissolving our union because I mentioned my nightmares . . . in case I'd forgotten I could?

[She glances up at him, a slight smile on her face. It's not sweet and it's not nasty. It's simply . . . knowing, perhaps. It's not that she thinks Ardyn is secretly nursing an aching heart for her, nothing like that. But she does wonder if it's discomfiting to him, seeing her like this. An immortal creature so much younger than himself, struggling with these newfound powers . . .

Whether it's for her or for the reminder of himself, she's almost certain he's acting out of something other than idle whim.]