[He chuckles, the sound still very Ardyn-like even though it lacks its usual brand of flippancy, or patronization.

He extends his arm in turn, loops it around the crook of X’rhun’s.]

Off we go, then. Lead the way, O escort of mine, so that I might show off my new scarf for all to behold.

[Snug around his neck, a perfect memory of before and of now.]

We shall have a chat by the fire when we return.