They'd destroyed the Clavis. It was a weight lifted from her shoulder, even if it was one she didn't entirely understand. The last thing she remembered, Fang had still been trying to find the bloody thing, and here Snow was saying they'd destroyed it. And Light had done her bit, like Fang knew she would, and everything was over and done with. It took her a moment to process the lot of it, granted, but when Snow had done, she nodded.

There really wasn't any point in not believing Snow, anyway. He might have a thick head and a behemoth's build, but she'd watched him put his life on the line for his friends more times than she could count, both in person and while she was dreaming.

"Wouldn't be the first time I've had amnesia, I guess. But I'll take finding out everything worked out in the end over forgetting what our focus was any day of the week." Her shoulders drooped, and Fang glanced down at the moogle still awkwardly hovering at her side, pretending to be paying attention to what Mottley was doing with his mognet tools. Forcing out a sigh, Fang ruffled the fur on Moxie's head.

"Doesn't mean I'm happy about this Heroes of Light business, but I suppose I can afford to lend a hand."