The taller man walked in silence until they were out of the building. This was irregular for him, both remaining silent for that long and to have company. But even though he had been in Final Destination City for nearly a year, it was only a small fraction of his life in Sinnoh, and he was still starting over. He had to make as many connections as he could.

Although feiging socialness usually irritated him, Rhys was at least a decent man. Yes he had been a warrior, but Cyrus had the impression that it wasn't of his own volition. Rhys was devoted to healing others...was it because he couldn't heal himself? Cyrus was sure he could get some use from that observation.

Once they were away from the building, in the crisp fall air, he spoke. "The air...it is similar to the air atop Mt. Coronet."