Ophelia looked between the two for a moment, before hesitantly fluttering closer to the older version of the familiar Hero of Light she knew. Paws in her red scarf so she hopefully wouldn't screw up anything by touch. Was this why Vincent hadn't wanted to come? She knew her own Hero had already experienced enough trouble in his life--and blamed himself.

Maybe the moogle should've stayed behind too--but her curiosity had gotten the better of her. Which is why she was now studying the older version of Cloud. Fluttering around him close enough to look at him better, but not invade his space too much. At least she hoped so, before she headed back over and moved to settle on Reno's shoulder if he'd let her.