Her first impression of the battlefield is sorrow, her expression falling in sympathy as she walks among the old armaments, broken weapons, and obvious places where skirmishes had taken place.

At one point, she falls to her knees, hands clasped in front of her as she offers prayers to whatever Diety this place might have that's still watching, to please forgive these souls for their violent acts. Please allow those who had died peace and those that still live to find their own peace as well. Her words are quiet and sincere, sounding more like a soft mumble to anyone nearby. It's almost as if she's in some sort of trance as Ignis sates his own curiosity scoping out the battlefield itself.