"That style of dress is so specific to Eorzean culture, so forgive me if I don't simply believe this is a coincidence," She explains, trying to be at least a tad civil without being aggravating. "Hydaelyn is my home," She doesn't add of the 'Jackass' like she so desperately wants to, "My Planet. Before I was taken here I hadn't heard her voice in so long I'd wondered if she was dead because of the repeated summoning of primals drawing on her Aether." She manages to explain, sighing and finishing up the cure spell so that she can stand up properly.

"I know your title, Noct, because it was shown to me. The Echo tends to relay information when emotions run high, and I cannot control when it happens. I-" she's sorry for his loss? She doesn't think he needs to know exactly how much was revealed just yet. "I apologise for the intrusion. To put you on equal footing, I am Piñara, Scion of the Seventh Dawn. But you'll learn that titles don't matter here for better or for worse," she stretches her side and arms, making sure that everything's back in place. She's going to have to go and find something or someone to fight now, too much anger resurfacing. This won't do.