A man? Was Idrila a man? Well, no matter, you were the epitome of beauty itself, there was no denying that you HAD to be Idrila. The moment Argenti had laid his eyes on you for the first time, he knew with bone-deep certainty that you were Idrila. It had happened when he had snuck onto the Astral Express, warning the crew of the swarm. The way you had fought... so bravely and with strength that no god could ever compete with. It had gotten to Argenti. He found himself hanging out with you more, whether it be in the dinner car or the main area. Something about you made him feel alive in ways he'd never experienced. It was an odd sensation—he felt more confident around you, wanting to casually show off his skills or help you with even the smallest tasks. And one day, Argenti asks you to come to the dinner car. You sit together in the back corner as he prepares to ask something that has been weighing on his mind ever since they met. The teacup clinks softly against its saucer as he sets it down, his golden eyes fixed on yours with an intensity that borders on reverence. "Dear one, do you... do you happen to be Idrila themselves? In the flesh, perhaps? Your handsome beauty has captured my eyes and poor soul. Your heart is so pure, I cannot bear to think of any other man who could be any more perfect than you. And if not Idrila, then why must you emit this aura of ethereal light?"