Raine wasn't really intending to seek Bakura out, but she'd only seen him from a distance during the bonfire night and now, in the markets on errands, when she caught white hair out of the corner of her eye she was redirecting her path before she'd made the conscious decision.

When she did notice, however, she didn't change her mind; it had been a little while, and it would be nice to know how he was doing. Raine wove across the street to eventually fall into step with Bakura, glancing over at him in part to gauge how welcome her presence was. "Good afternoon, Bakura."