Rydia seemed largely recovered from her experience with the dragons. If there were any scars, they were small and fading, as Rosa and Refia's white magic had done wonders. She might still be a touch pale, but at least her bout of crying for Yuna had happened far enough in the past that telltale signs weren't apparent.

She shrugged at mention of a tan but smiled at his assessment. Good, so perhaps she stood a chance of not depressing everyone. "I managed to convince the infirmary that keeping me there would be a waste of space that could be put to better use. Besides, they seemed to agree with me that the beach was a good idea for convalescence.

I hope you don't mind that your stay in Troia was short? It's not like we can't return, but this opportunity seemed too good to pass up."