Flying 15 feet off the ground for a few minutes isn't exactly the typical amount of exercise Cherche has with Minerva, and with so many people concentrated into these cities, it's a bit difficult to keep track of each other. So, unfortunately, they've both been forced to downgrade to a simple daily walk--it's nice, but not nearly as fun or enjoyable as soaring through the skies.
In the midst of her stroll, however, she stumbles upon a young man crouched on the ground. Though, he doesn't appear to be in any sort of pain, his practice of muttering to himself (or so it seems) is rather odd, but as she gets a closer look, she can easily see the familiar, white hair and unique clothing of her good friend--
❝Henry? Is that you?❞ She peers down at him, watching him as he continues mumbling strange things. ❝My, in all my months of residence here, I had no idea you were with us!❞
