Falco looks between the shimmering, bioluminescence of the oceanic path beneath the roll of waves and Pyrrha. With each new detail, his curiosity blatantly grows. He was wasn’t one to adventure about recklessly, but . . . He’s gotten a taste for discovery.

“If you’re going in again— would it be alright to come with you?”

He asks permission, foremost; it probably wasn’t safe to go alone to begin with. If it was with another Sleeper, perhaps— it should be fine.