[so long as he wishes to maintain a polite veneer, francel cannot honestly respond to that. in truth, he has no desire to make new friends, not after everything has happened, but a woman from ala mhigo is distant enough from him that it will not matter. he nods.]

I see... Ala Mhigo is in Gyr Abania, is it not? East of the Shroud? ...Then we are all far from home.

[he sighs, furrowing his brow.]

Two Elezen from Ishgard, a Scion, an Ala Mhigan — there seems to be no sense in it. Why us, and no others? Something in our aether? I cannot comprehend the logic of this world.