[He has the right of it, and even on the verge of a potentially unpleasant conversation Ziva finds herself glad to be able to discuss the bizarre turns of events this place offers with someone familiar, someone who may begin to understand how she might feel about it all. Were she privy to his thoughts she'd consider them touching. They would have come at once as both a surprise and not, for who knew the dangers of solitude and loneliness better than Ardbert? Yet considering how they had started off so at odds on the Source she wouldn't be able to help but think it an ironic turn of events. They'd come to care for one another so dearly, he truly was as much a surrogate brother to her as she considered Alphinaud, Haurchefant, or Aymeric.

Once she's finished dabbing up the last of the coffee she goes to get another mug, pouring Ardbert a helping before she takes up the seat next to him and sets the mug before him on the table. All of this took only about the same amount of time for Ziva to list off the previous names, then for Ardbert to settle and inquire for details.]

In a manner of speaking. I've run into a few other Warriors of Light here, and what's odd is that we all hail from the Source, to the last. It's not like with the First, where the names and places are different.

[She'll get to Emet-Selch.]