It was difficult to remain hidden. O'danya had less patience for milling about than Alichi'ra did, but even then she understood the importance of it. Her own time was passed by working on gathering supplies or teaching the armorcrafters how to reuse their products and save on their materials alongside Alichi'ra's more practical lessons. She had plenty of skills to share about the Camp, and yet she wanted for everything else but what she was doing.

Things were becoming stale and uncomfortably more pressing as time went on. She and Tataru had taken to Triple Triad matches deep into the night when sleeplessness took them both for their own fears and dreams, and her time with Alphinaud only served to further highlight how much was riding on their entrance to Ishgard. It would only be a matter of time, and yet time was not something they had, nor was it something O'danya wanted. Her mind cast back to the moment in the tunnels, everyone drawn away as distraction and even Minfilia—she who could do nothing but give all of herself at once—was sent by the Mothercrystal herself to protect the Warriors of Light.

Shaking her head to clear it, she focused on the speech her friend was currently giving to the intimidated lancers about him. She walked closer, clapping only halfway in jest and added, "And I will be here to soothe your wounds while you learn. There is no shame to be had in falling down: you must learn how to also reclaim your feet." Azure Dragoon she was not, but O'danya knew plenty of things about wielding a lance herself and felt no compunction in adding commentary from the sidelines.