Rhea'li thinks about that for a moment. "I do." He turns his gaze upwards. "This is not exactly like the past. The dragon, a ghost of what he once was."

Would Bahamut still temper those who approach? In this... world within his soul, surely something like that would not affect them in truth? In a way, is this place not unlike a land made of dynamis? Malleable, manipulable. And he is no longer a small, young miqo'te, paralysed in the face of loss.

His grimoire coalesces into existence.

"If it still has the ability to corrupt the mind, I can protect you from it." Just like he had in Ala Mhigo. "I am not as I once was."