There’s a quest in the Crystarium that spawned this idea. So. Blame that?
The sight that greets Thancred as he walks into The Wandering Stairs is one he never thought to see. So surprising is it, that he stops in his tracks and stares for a moment before it clicks in his brain that: yes, he is seeing what he thinks he is seeing. Yes, he is awake and therefore this is not a dream. And no, definitely not a hallucination.
It shouldn’t stop him the way it does, but he’s shocked and something wraps around his heart and squeezes.
It’s a simple scene. Something going unnoticed by other patrons of the tavern, undoubtedly due to how normal and mundane it truly is. Phaedra is sitting on a love seat, and Ryne is beside her, kneeling on the other seat. In Phaedra’s arms is a swaddled bundle, from which two small arms are reaching up with tiny grasping hands. Ryne coos and fawns over the infant, clearly besotted and enthralled, even from a distance.
As he approaches, he glances around the Stairs, looking for the parents - he spots them by the bar, surrounded by friends and talking animatedly while regularly looking over to the Warrior of Darkness, the Oracle of Light, and the infant. Clearly, they’re enjoying a moment’s respite from being parents and are happy to leave their precious child in the hands of two so well known heroes.
Ryne spots him and hops up off the seat. “Thancred look!” She grasps him by the wrist, pulling him in the direction he was already walking, “it’s a baby!”
“Aye. I see that.” He sits beside Phaedra and leans towards her. For comfort he slides his arm over the back of the couch and behind her shoulders. The baby is tiny and pink. He would guess not more than a sennight old. There’s a thin, feathery layer of hair peeking out from the blankets, and big blue-green eyes stare back at him. “Does it have a name?”