"He was a good man, even in our world he risked everything to save his people and his friends. And I know he... probably put his heart in this world's cause as well, it's just hard to accept he's gone now." Or that she will probably bury even her other friends? She must be one of the few ladies who look at themselves in the mirrior hoping to see a gray hair. "But- enough with this, it's just... it's my sad memory and this is a party, not a funeral."

Oh, nor all monsters have fur, claws and long tails, quite the contrary, and she would probably love to discuss about her house in another circustamces. "Every country has its costumes, I do appreciate... peculiar choices when it comes to one's fashion." Rydia winks behind her mask "This isn't a costume." Enough people see her around all the time to know that, right? "And... I do consider bloodlines important myself because that's how a tiny bit of us survives in time." The summoner was still raised by monsters who had other priorities than people, something remained in her mind even if she, herself, isn't planning to have children and keep the summoner bloodline alive in future. "But I do see your point. It's great to have goals in life, to plan to be the best in what one chooses to be. And... you say you're a Grey Warden? I think you're the first one I meet."

"It's nothing. It's just..." She actually motions to her bag "I'm just being a silly and sentimental old lady, you really remind me of him and... it's not your fault. As I said, it's a party, we should celebrate." Maybe, just maybe, he is that world's Kain? Somehow? After all the dragoon she met was different from the one she knew. In any case, it's not time and place to think about certain things- Rydia puts up a bitter smile, trying to reassure the other man "How could I blame you just for looking like someone else?