[ Like Noctis, Luna feels this moment as a sort of strange possibility, a trick of the mind, perhaps, showing her something (someone) she desperately wants to see. Unlike Noctis, Luna doesn't think that the other had died, and their meeting is only as unlikely as it is that the Gods might allow them this moment of togetherness in the midst of - well, everything. ]

Yes. I am just fine. Really. [ He is here, and they're both safe, or seemingly so. Noctis stands before her and she wants to reach out, but doesn't, hands clasped tight in front of her middle. ] I have so many questions... This is not a dream, but I do not know where we are, or how we came to be here...

[ She may not always have the answers, but this is beyond even a guess. The landscape is hostile, unfamiliar, with two suns beating down on her from above. In the meantime, Noctis seems even more overwhelmed than she is, and so the Oracle softens her smile, her eyes, and waits until he's asked his question before she attempts to calm him. ]

I was in Altissia, waiting to speak with the the Hydrean. [ Despite the threat of the Empire and everything else. ] And you, Noctis?