[ Aether sickness, Aymeric realized with a start, reminded — Cain would suffer from it as soon as he arrived in Ishgard, more likely than not, with no exposure to it at all. They'd need to plan for several days of recovery and adjustment, out of sight somewhere.

In theory, at least.

Still, this was useful — and the lightness across the Bond, reflected back at him, was startling in a better way. He badly wanted to put down his armor again; shifted it instead, rolling his shoulders. ]

The surface sounds, in some ways, quite like the surface of the most sorely-affected regions of the highlands — they're neither barren nor so cold, but neither are they hospitable. How did your people grow crops, then?