Back when things were not covered in ice and snow. Ysayle knows that other parts of Eorzea have suffered after the Calamity, but Ishgard's situation has always struck her as unique. All at once things changed, but there was rebuilding to be done, time to recover. Ishgard is simply going to be cloaked in eternal winter until the end. "Those who remember will no doubt be willing to engage with it once more," Ysayle muses, but at the mention of getting someone from Gridania brightens her eyes.

"I-- yes. It would, immensely." Ysayle feels she can admit to that, at least. The ice in her eyes retreats for a moment, softening when she looks at him. "I see now why you have the position you do, Lord Commander. I do not mean it as an insult, only complementary. You are quite skilled at this."