Vincent had been slightly surprised when Kopula had sought him out, but when he heard the reason... Ophelia was coming with him, as she'd flitted to and fro chattering in nerves, talking aloud to try and think of how she might help Zelda. Fretting herself, until Vincent calmed her. Offering suggestions, as well as his own plan.

Which is how they found themselves now at the old observatory looking for her. Ophelia was carrying a smaller box carefully, so that the hot tea in the kettle inside wouldn't spill. Vincent was carrying a bag, with one of Ophelia's red scarves looped around it, that bore food. Likely enough that Zelda, if Kopula's state was any indication, wasn't taking care of herself. Sandwiches, fried rice, dried fish and some fruit. Things that would keep.

Searching out the golden haired princess. They weren't close, but Vincent well understood loss. Whether temporary or not in this case did not matter.