[ It's not so much what he says about her, but how he says it; he clearly loved-- still loves her, and that makes his heart all the more beautiful to Pyra. ] She sounds like... anyone who met her, would fall for her.

[ A quiet smile. ]

I would listen to your songs of her, if you ever need someone to listen. [ They'd probably be overly romantic-- maybe just like the fairytales they had been put into just a week ago. (Or she hopes they won't be like his drunken songs at the Wei Wuxian's party...)

Oh, but he's focusing on how her goodness brought her to an end and-- that's not what Pyra wishes to bring up right now. She doesn't want him to think about how she fell; she wants him to recall how she lived. ] Tell me about the first time you met her. [ She remembers as clear as dawn, the first time she was awakened, of who she saw standing before her. ]