The Holy Tomb... I see. I suppose I can see that, in some ways. Yet, in my experiences, it is something much more different than what lay beneath Garreg Mach.

[Is there anywhere in Johto that would remind him of his own homeland? Of Faerghus? When it comes to the natural parts of the land, yes, but that is not quite the same thing, he thinks. No stone fortresses, no simple villages... Even the small towns have a style that is completely different from what he grew familiar with.]

[And the Ruins of Alph are even stranger and older than all of it. Would some of the truly old and abandoned valleys of Fodlan be comparable? He supposes that is the strongest point.]

[Kent blinks up when attention is focused on him again, making another low murmur of a hum.]

I have been here for... a little over a year. It was only a few months ago that it was that exactly, with my arrival having been in the middle of the autumn months.

[He rests his hand gently along the curve of Kent's body, stroking behind his head gently.] ...It is an amazing place. I would take its knowledge to Faerghus, if I were capable of it.

[Just the medicine alone... That would change so much about his kingdom. At least, so long as they could finish the war.]