Raine had been having the fortnight from Niflheim, and it showed, but it was time to start returning to a more normal schedule at the Guild. Even so, she was heading back to the Hotel in the afternoon, rather than the evening as had been her wont, when she spotted a familiar (if bedraggled) figure making his way out of one of the canals.

For a moment, she stopped and stared. A small, traitorous corner of her mind wondered why couldn't you have been Regal. Regal would have been a concerted help keeping Foreigners from murdering each other. Zelos... Zelos was likely to get himself punched at some point.

But it was Zelos, and whatever else he was, he was among those she'd saved the worlds with. Raine made her way over to where he was, offered a hand down to help if he needed it. "Hello, Zelos," she said. Surprise wasn't evident in her voice. He might notice she looked tired, perhaps even a little older than he'd last seen her, and while she wore the same orange jacket as ever the cut of the clothes beneath was different. She'd been here a while.