It was hard--remembering lost friends. And Zelda's loss made it harder, because she would never show up here. Lydia had brought her sketchbook, devoting a page each to her friends and those she knew, and sketching every other hero--writing their names down--on all the other pages. Betel-Po fluttered behind her, not joking but trying to keep her company.

Glad she wasn't hermiting at least, like last time a major loss had happened.

A flash of silver through the halls though, too short to be Sephiroth, caught Lydia's attention. Huh? Picking up her sketchbook and jogging a bit--not making a noise due to her Vampire job--and getting a better look.

"Ira?" He was back? "IRA!!!" Now running at him full-tilt, a smile on her face. They hadn't talked much, but she liked the older boy enough and was glad he was back.