Albel stopped short and looked up when he heard that infuriating yet oh-so-welcome voice, his own little ball of fur bumping into the back of his leg in her haste to keep up with his strides.

"Leingod." Albel's eyes narrowed as he stared down the younger man. Fayt was here. At the same time... Fayt was here. He wouldn't admit it, but Albel was actually relieved. If Fayt was here, it meant someone else made it out of the void -- and maybe the others did, too. The more of them that were still left, the greater chance there might be to get home and save their own world.

After a moment of glowering, Albel's face broke into a smirk. "So they brought you here -- did they make a mistake?"