"How do you ever get used to this?" asked Conall. "I hate not knowing where I am, or if I'll come back, or--"

"Shh!" Yuyan held a finger up to her lips. Someone was crying from not too far off, and as she followed the sound, Conall in tow, she discovered a young girl, all by herself, tears streaming down her pale face and plastering tendrils of red hair to her cheeks.

Somehow, she looked oddly familiar, like that lady she'd met at the fountain.

"Excuse me," Yuyan said, crouching down beside the girl, "but is everything all right?" She produced a handkerchief from her sleeve, offering it shyly.