[ There's an urge, when he sees him run his hands through his hair, to brush it out of his face for him. But she remembers that she'd already overstepped just moments ago, so ultimately she refrains, instead folding her arms on top of the table as she listens to what he has to say.

In the back of her mind, Ori tries to picture the younger Diluc she'd seen in the lantern's transmission, along with his father and a younger version of the blue-haired man she'd seen. She pictures them in the vineyards he's described to her before; perhaps there had been a time in their youth where their brotherhood was a happy one. Ori hopes for as much, for Diluc's sake. Though her and Valphi's childhoods were similarly marred by bitter moments and ultimately by diverging paths in life, Ori's most precious memories include those moments when she and her sister were truly a family.

But what she hears Diluc describe sounds more complicated than a falling out between siblings, more than just drifting apart over time. What he speaks of sounds like a betrayal. She leans forward, trying to catch Diluc's gaze with hers. Her expression remains unchanged; she's worried and it shows. ]

That must have hurt, to hear him say that.

[ She won't ask him exactly what happened. She has an inkling of it based on his deliberate choice to leave his words open-ended. But she'll share something of her own, if only to convey to him that he's very much not alone at least in his feelings regarding estranged siblings. ]

Things are... tense between my sister and I, too. But it wasn't always like that. We were really close when we were younger.