[ Cid finally lays Cordis down, letting him rest on the ground - which seems fine for the Primal, who's cuddling himself comfortably. So very tired, sort of. Putting hands to Cid. ]

That you can - though we'll need a better way then you just entering here. Does your reflection have tomephones? [ asked so kindly, before he offers out one of his hands. does she wish to suckle light from him too? papalymo seems to be waiting to see if it's safe before he does. ] I don't want to either. And neither does anybody here - in my World of Gods.