[Ardyn is oblivious to the fact that names of various nations from Eos may resonate with different meanings. And why shouldn't he be? To him, Niflheim was Niflheim. Lucis was Lucis. Such was the way of things.

The stifled chuckle does not run past his notice, though he's not quite sure what it's directed at.]

Well, I thank you for the compliment of not being "too bad".

[Ardyn does realize that her walking is becoming less strained, and she's able to keep pace with him better and better. The camp is not far at this rate, able to be seen just over the hill they're clambering up.]

Because you're a bleeding heart. [Blunt, maybe, if not for how airy he sounds about it.] I can only assume, with a name like Mercy.