After visiting the festival and presumably figuring out more there than she had in the Metal Sector, she'd taken largely to explore the remainder of Keeliai. And thank goodness that the Metal Sector hadn't filled the entirety of the city because it was one of the least comfortable places for her whatsoever. Fire wasn't her general taste either, though it was far superior to Metal, so she'd take it.

And of course, the best she can do is help others as she's been helped. After all, the only thing to do now was to stick together to whomever could be trusted and hopefully endure whatever madness had happened, pulling her from Elibe. What she doesn't expect is to find someone she practically recognises off in the distance.

"Eliwood?" she calls out from afar. And she starts running toward the lord with all due speed. "Eliwood!" she calls out again, but when she finally gets most of the way there, she realises that the facial features are wrong. Not... entirely wrong as there's still so much of Eliwood in him, but... not him. "Oh, sorry," she apologises profusely.