Eralier, when Ryuga and Irla rested after their ride on the horse, they had a conversation. One which stilled Ryuga's resolve.
The both of them sat by the river bank moments before bathing. Two roasted rabbits stabbed into the ground. Few fruits laid by them.
"Irla, if you had to had to choose between the world and your goals, which would be your choice?" Ryuga asked gazing at the clear skin.
"What of goals would that be?" Irla asked, sounding oblivious.
"Are you telling me there's nothing you want?"
"I don't know. But if there was such a thing, I would protect it."
"And what of the world?"
"The world takes care of its own. I wouldn't like someone else to suffer because of me. But I believe dreams should be protected. All that matters is achieving them. I would follow my own without relenting." She looked Ryuga in the eye as she said the last part.
