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"Melia, I've got to ask."
The winged woman sits up a little straighter, willowy and elegant. Cripes, Nia's in trouble.
"Truly, is everybody from your world - Keves - so..."
"Otherworldly?" Melia offers. There's herself, her wife, Shulk's positively loonfaced connection to the third original Trinity Processor Core, even Teelan and Radzam; by comparison, fox ears are quite normal indeed.
"No, no," Nia bats away that possibility, seeming to want to itch at her selfsame furry not-quite-appendages. "I meant, are they all..."
"Related to me?" It would make sense, after all, for the Empress to be surrounded by a court of her closest when interfacing with another world, provided that those individuals were qualified, and they are.
"No!" Nia practically shouts. Usually it's her bein' the impatient one! "What I want to know- Melia, how come everyone on your side's so snuffin' gorgeous?"
Melia sniffs, exactly once. Humouredly. It's not her fault Nia's engineer is a Nopon with no children but the appearance suggesting several and the demeanor suggesting a bit of kindly social remediation necessary, while Melia's claims a Nopon adopted father and Homs adopted brother both of whom stand (together!) among the greatest -ites of the endless sea, beyond her late brother.
"To whom do you now refer?" (The formality makes up for her impolite miniature outburst, as if her nostrils are wide enough for anyone to have noticed.)
"The tall one, with the big, dusty white wings and the hair that looks like Leftherian ice cream." Indeed, Nia looks well-full dreamy at the thought. She's sure to inspire generations of lady-loving Agnians, if only she makes her proper coup.
(Pyra and Mythra are far from unattractive, but there's a bit of a difference between a bond built over formative journey and a romance enjoyed in finer-wine years, just because it feels nice 'n' social.)
"Tyrea?" Melia replies to confirm, just as the named Entia and her half-half-sister-in-law Machina enter the chamber, coming into Nia's view at, however alternately unfortunately or serendipitously, bust height.
Nia can only squeak out a nod, and vice versa. Now Melia can see why she's cast so little care toward matters of relation. She already has a big family, so it's nothing doing. So long as she can get her shot in!
"Is there anything I can do to assist, Your Majesty?"
In that moment, Nia can't recall what it is they call Melia, exactly - she's an Empress of Keves even though that distinction will cease to apply once the Intersection has gone through, but Nia herself is the Agnian Queen. Does that mean--
"Not that I know," Melia replies warmly. "And for you, my heart?" she gestures to Vanea.
Tyrea speaks over the lot, however: "No, no. I was addressing your guest."
It's all Nia can do not to kill the interdimensional viewscreen on the spot.