Pretzel still crunching 'tween his teeth, Axle looked at Nalia with slight surprise in his eyes at her suggestion, before clearing his mouth and running a hand through his slicked back, dark grey hair. He understood what she was trying to convey, but...<br/>"I did everything I could to keep them both alive, and happy. That was always my mission... that was what I wanted to come back to - both of them alive and happy. I'd rather not think of them in any way other than that, 'specially now that I can't protect them anymore." His face was a bit tense as he spoke to her.<br/>"Whatever this place is, it ain't heaven.<i>That</i>'s where they deserve to go. If I do ever see them here, they better be old as shit and have lived fulfilling lives... but I'd rather never have to see them trapped in this realm, like me. If I don't see them here, then at least maybe they're better off." He took another pretzel as his voice began to break a little by the end, bit off a piece and chewed, then cleared his throat to speak with the same hard and commanding tone as before.<br/>"You and your sister," he began to ask then, gesturing an index finger to her and a thumb over to the lobby. "You happen to remember anything... about what happened? What brought you here?"<br/><br/>As he was browsing through the selection, meanwhile, Galen came across a few songs that seemed to be labelled as duets, some even having a couple depicted on the cover art. That gave him an idea... Maybe he could ask the lovely Lydia if she wanted to sing with him. It seemed like she might be in a pretty boring, lonely position stuck at the reception area otherwise. And maybe they could get to know each other better. He nodded to himself, then left the songbooks behind and moved back over to the lobby. The mage was just about to open his mouth to speak as he noticed the new guest, and his eyes widened, first in surprise, then in endearment at the stammering, fuzzy creature.<br/><br/>"Oh my gods. Hello! My, you are so... exotic, if you don't mind me saying! Oh, sorry. You probably want to check in," the healer babbled as he looked from the tranquil receptionist to the mothman.<br/>"Erm... there's something I wanted to ask you, Lydia, but I'll wait until after you've helped this, er... gentleman?" he asked uncertainly.