When her cousin came close, Rikku initially drew back with surprise. Then she leaned incredibly close to the brunette, studying with hawk like intensely.

"Yunie?" she sounded incredulous.

Wide eyes darted to study Chrom and Sephiroth, a furrow in her brows growing deeper.

Both hands rose to the mountain of blonde on her head, the previous bun and braids had kept it growing so it came to point at the ends, like an overgrown blonde Peter Pan or Puck. Somehow a feather had survived the time. "What!?" How was everyone possibly being so calm? She seemed to have found the one patch of land dry enough to allow for bouncing up and down in place, or was just that good at not staying still.

"This is the absolute worst!"

"Yunie your hair?!"

She couldn't focus on the heroes not there, it was too sad and likely not good. For her, where they were could be answered later, it seemed like there was a larger shoopuf in the room.

Hands were touching to her own face, as though they might be able to feel differences if she had grown older. It was hard to believe but, Yuna - she looked older. She thought Sephiroth might too -- but she wasn't certain she was just imagining it after being sure she saw it in Yuna. Chrom she had not known well enough before. Of course, Rikku's face just felt like her face. What she needed to do was get a good look in her dagger's reflection.

"Ahh!" Unacceptable, the world would just have to wait while Rikku fixed their hair, a girl had to have her priorities. A makeshift mirror was high on the list.

"Ok boys over there, excuse us." She reaches for Yuna's sleeve in order to sequester them aside.