Finel's words do much to assuage most of his worries. Maybe he's being too hasty in pledging his allegiance with the Emperor, but it seemed like the only course of action at the time. Still, Aragorn should've thought this through. Despite all of his years, Aragorn still sometimes thinks with his heart. Maybe that's why he's been brought here. The Emperor must have known this when they summoned him. In fact, the Emperor seems to know many things about Aragorn, even things that has yet come to pass. Aragorn is not yet king.

"Perhaps...there's some truth to that." Aragorn states with a heavy sigh. "We couldn't possibly be so easily replaced if we're this needed." He lets out a slight groan. There are too many unknowns here, most of which the Emperor is absurdly tight-lipped about. To be frank, it's almost maddening.

Passion? The comment wins a quiet chuckle from Aragorn. He averts his gaze briefly, clearly a tad embarrassed judging from his bashfulness. "Despite my years, I'm still as hot-blooded as ever. A trait I'll manage better." Yep, he's embarrassed. It's actually kind of endearing to see him somewhat flustered. The ranger doesn't blush easily, not at all.

"Lethalin, hm?" Aragorn questions as he peeks at Finel again. He's smiling again at last. "Does that mean...friend?"