As evening fell Zelda felt her limbs ache at the rough treatment she's been giving them. She laid awake with her eyes on the ceiling. She thought that there might be something to read which lead her out of the small bedroom and out towards the center of the old observatory where she had kept a few books about Crystal.

She saw Vincent's figure as he stepped into the now dark observatory. Zelda was easy to spot, her hair shined even in the dimming light from outside. Her face was pale and her expression one that screamed exhaustion. Her eyes moved from him to Ophelia, she knew the little moogle better than the hero and she tried to force a smile on her lips.

"Do you need something?"