In the days leading up to the big confrontation, Cynthian happened to be taking a leisure stroll around the parts of Destiny Village she didn't quite frequent often. After drifting through some of the streets, her wandering had brought her along the fancier sides of the town.
The few remaining signs of construction work remained a reminder of what had transpired not long before, but not even the wounds of disaster could douse the luxurious mood of that part of Destiny Village. She could only hope that's something that'll be preserved long after they've fulfilled their duties and returned to their worlds.
Among the crowd, a new but familiar figure stood out. Cynthian recognized them instantly: that one who didn't stick around much for greetings, one of the miracle matters.
Cynthian raised a vine to her cheek while she mused over her thoughts. Something about that psychic type made him feel unapproachable. Perhaps it was the cold air surrounding them, or the way he carried himself. He looked a bit lost. Not seeing the harm in it, the Roserade decided to approach him with the excuse of providing directions. Granted, she wasn't entirely familiar with their current street, but she'd manage. She went to him and put on the most polite and subdued impression she could handle.
"Hello," Cynthian greeted with a short bow. "I happened to be nearby and couldn't help but notice you seem a bit lost." She lifted her gaze, exposing a hint of nervousness in her smile. "Though forgive me if that's just my presumption."