I'm sure there should be some around here somewhere.

[He's never much bothered with them, personally. Mostly out of a general lack of a need to. But he knows well enough that the Crystarium has amaro, all the same. Even if he's never made too much of an effort to figure out where.]

And the imbalance did cause that sort of upheaval. Fully nine-tenths of this star is empty. Barren of even what life can be found here, and even this [he gestures at what is, presumably, world around them] can be prone to tending towards stagnation. Few could say this star is thriving, though people have managed to eke out some semblance of existence all the same.

Still, I don't see what that has to do with me.

[He's frequently tired, yes. And makes no secret that he's quite fond of naps besides. But that doesn't have anything to do with the Flood of Light, and the realization of the assumption she must have made dawns on him slowly.]

Oh. You're assuming me to be a native of this shard, aren't you?

[It's understandable, perhaps. But he very much isn't.]