"Fucking... It was Allag tech, wasn't it? Trice damned Allags still managing to break things some five thousand years after their fall," she groans to herself.

"I am thankful that Garuda is the only one that made it across to your Realm, she at least is one of the less powerful Primals as of late. It must have been your link to the Astrals that kept you from being tempered. One who is already claimed by a God cannot be bound to another so easily." It's definitely not as simple as that, but oh well. She dusts herself off, looking at how Noct is having to be held back.

"You look like you want to talk about this with your fists, Sire," a grin blooms across her face. "That can be arranged should you wish. And, if your friend allows," she nods to Ignis.