Now, if Gladio had known that's what Glorfindel could do, he'd probably have hung around him a bit more. He was starting to wonder if he was named for a flower because he was one. Just sitting in the sunlight and the fresh air was bringing life back into him. His mind was clearing. He felt... almost human again.

"There'll be time." Gladio said with confidence. "These things kind of go on for a while. A few hours sat here shouldn't do much harm."