[Looks like we've both walked a similar path, haven't we?

Had he not been so blinded by his quest for revenge, only brought to heel by a land so far divorced from the problems of his own, Diluc would have realized this commonality between them sooner. He's foolish, he supposes, but even that comes as little surprise to Diluc. If being here has taught him anything, it's that he's even more of a fool than he'd realized.

Is it too late for a man like him to turn his life around? Is it too late for him to seek comfort in the commiseration of a friend? More than that, he ought to thank Amber for the company she's blessed him with and the gifts she thoughtfully prepared.

As she approaches him, he seizes the opportunity to take her hand and bring it up to his lips, dusting her knuckles with a kiss.]

The feeling is mutual, Amber. Thank you for making me see the value in my own birthday for the first time in years. Were it not for you, I'd be even more desperate to find my way back home.

[But with company as amicable as Amber's, he can settle here a while longer, he thinks.]