The fire faded and Jade was on his feet. Even before Rikku's telling reaction, his hand was already reaching for his spear. It had been more than a year since he'd witnessed Yuna's worst memory but he still recognized the man right away.

There was no mistaking hair like that, really.

"Maester Seymour, isn't it?" Jade stayed at Yuna's side, behind the front-line fighters. "I'd hope you don't make a habit out of chasing down unwilling brides."