"I... No, I suppose he does have that right. I only take issue with the murderous intent at this point. Though if you're suggesting practicality is the ticket, I'll... have to consider it."

He did, after all, refrain from lifting a finger at her during the dreamscape. Lahabrea still honors his word, no matter how degraded his conscience may have become. The problem is obtaining it. And, well... perhaps she did go about it wrong, but there's inevitably going to be a glass ceiling to how much she can win his trust without swearing herself to Zodiark.

(Ah, but here she is, caught in the middle yet again...)

Her visage flickers when he dons Ardbert's voice again, eyes narrowing as she shifts her weight. "But if you do that, it will require you to take a different vessel. And that's not even including the ways the rules here differ from back home. So as much as I don't like it... I would also not compromise anyone else here, particularly someone who's still using their body."

Besides, she would sooner lay him to rest on the First, where he belongs.