Meeting the Sheperds had become a rare occurrence lately, causing the cavalier to be even more happy once he spotted a familiar face than usual. With quick step he approached the girl, Noire, who appeared to be a little lost. Franky, not a foreign picture to him, but usually people like Cynthia, Severa, or her parents were quicker than he was to talk to her then.
“Noire! It is such a relief to see you, are you faring well? Can I help you with anything?”








