+Felix+

At first he didn't know what to say after her name. Then etiquette kicked in, "Would you like to come in?"

And she did. He closed the door softly behind him. He had seen her though the window by chance. The dish he had been drying almost fell from his hands when he had laid eyes on her. At first he believed his mind was tricking him, but now…

Karst wandered around the living area, her scythe settled by the doorway. Her dark eyes taking in his home. He noticed her hair had grown out. Though she still had tresses that hang down to her chin, Karst had let more hair grow out in the back, giving her ponytail more body.

"You're living alone, now?"

Her voice snapped him back to attention. "Yeah. Built it about a year ago."

"Oh."

He cleared his throat. "Would you like some tea?"

She looked away from the picture his mother had bought him from a traveling merchant; a painting of rolling hills and a distant ocean. She strode towards him, eyes narrowed, hands clenched. Warning bells surfaced in the back of his mind and for a brief moment, the image of her was overlaid with a younger version of her and the brown walls became white. Then it was gone just as she punched him. He hadn't expected that, so he fell to the ground, a sore jaw for his troubles. He looked at her from the floor, truly astonished.

"Two years and you have the blood to ask if I would like some tea!" Karst yelled. "Two years, I've waited, Felix…TWO YEARS!"

"You waited….two years…for…" He quickly regained himself. "I thought you died…..at the lighthouse….you…" He trailed off.

"….I should've been. By Charon's hand, I should've died at the lighthouse." She spoke, her voice suddenly quite.

He watched as Karst seemingly observed the floor.

"And Agatio?"

"He lives."

She was calmer now, he could tell by her posture. Arms no longer crossed and her feet firmly apart and legs relaxed. He got up slowly. "How long after...when did they find you?"

"They didn't find us. After you took the Mars Star…" She shook her head. "It felt like…like there was no substance, no air. No sight, no sound. It…was like an eternity passed by. Then I heard something. My own heartbeat. Then feeling came. Hot then cold. Back and forth, like my body couldn't find the right temperature. Then sight. But slowly, along with more sounds. And memories. From my childhood right up until the moment I…I died…or was going to die."

He blinked. She had been so close to dying…Had the psynergy that aided his parents' spirits and Isaac's father's spirit reach Karst and Agatio?

"We eventually awoke…alive...in the lighthouse. Like waking from a long sleep. Everything that had been so clear before was now muddled and foggy. It took at most a day before we remembered ourselves…our home..."

By now, he had coaxed her into sitting at the table with a cup of tea in both of their hands. Though, neither touched the herb liquid.

He wasn't sure what to say. What could he say? He glanced out the window, the sun having bid Vale goodnight…how long ago? He looked back at her. She was staring at her cup, balancing it on its base. She waited for two years…for him…? Standing up, he emptied his cup and set it on the counter to be cleaned tomorrow. "I'll show you to the spare room." He watched as Karst glared. He tensed, not wanting an argument. He was blessed, as she merely slipped from the chair and waited for him to lead.

The spare room, he was glad to have followed his mother's advice and his father urging to have one, was simple; a single bed, a dresser, a small end table, and a window looking over the edge of the cliff. Again, he thanked his mother's advice to take the plot at the end. It offered the best views of the newly built Vale.

She studied the room, walking over to the window were she looked out. The land was bathed in dim light from the moon, giving the scene a silver glow. He then remembered the pack she had and slipped out to grab it. When he returned, she was still staring out the window. He quietly placed it by the bed, but she turned to face him regardless.

"…It's…nice…"

He almost laughed at her attempt to compliment his home. Karst had never been the best to supply praise, unless it was centered on fighting. Though, he recalled her grudgingly complimenting on his psynergy skills back in Prox.

"Karst…" he began then paused. "…Goodnight."

Then he walked out of her room towards his. Shutting the door softly, he leaned against it and sighed. Changing into a loose shirt and pants, he slipped into his bed. Staring at the ceiling his mind wandered over the night's events. While, he was overwhelmed by it all, he knew for certain that he was truly glad to see Karst.