[ The traveller tells his tales and leaves the maiden next to him listening in wonder. Ayaka would believe anything he says at this point, but this is rather difficult to swallow.

And yet, when she thinks about it some more, as she looks up at the night sky to see the stars painted on the blank canvas up above, she realises that perhaps this is why he's called the Traveller to begin with. A smile graces her face, soft and subtle. ]

It must be nice... to be free and to travel and to see the how vast the universe is.

[ That is her response to the story. There's a hint of pining in her tone, because she, too, would like to see the world. It is unfortunate (to her) that she has seen so little.

She looks to Aether, tilting her head to the side to invite him to tell more. ]

You can tell me anything, as you are my dear friend.