Brisa wasn't the only one lost in thought. But just as it was easy to read Brisa, Owen himself was easy to read when relaxed. And it was easy to tell when he was relaxed. The slower pace, the lazily folded wings, the slight squint his eyes did. The Charizard's gaze was mostly, but not entirely, focused on Luz and Cal, chatting it up a ways ahead. Occasionally, Cal stretched her arm into the ground and pulled out a cool shell that she'd found, probably looking for one big enough to squeeze inside like a Dwebble.
"Lots of things changed," Owen said, "myself included. Back then, when I'd first arrived here... I barely knew who I was. In fact, even when I got my memories back, I still didn't know. That's how Wishkeeper was born. But even after all that... I guess some things don't change as easily. I guess I'm also still pretty earnest." Bahamut still called him a child, despite him probably being the oldest on the team aside from Diyem himself; and Bahamut, in some ways, had a point.
"Sometimes, when I'm home, when I didn't have my memories, I had this sense of feeling lonely. Like there were people I left behind that I couldn't remember. With all my memories now, I know why, but..." He glanced at Brisa. "I think I'll have that feeling about you when I go back, too."