"I..I think it's over.." Aera sighed as she pushed herself up. Both her and Youhei had managed to kill the two shadows, without destroying the house (a plus), but it seemed fate wasn't done toying with her plans for the day. "Nope, seems I spoke too soon." Aera then turned her attention to Youhei. "Pretty yourself up, stranger. We ought to look our best for these pretty little Templars." The sarcastic undertone in her voice was impossible to miss, and before she had another moment to spare, three Templars were at the door of the shack, effectively blocking them in.

Cerberus still remained outside of his host, choosing to rub up against his master's side like a cat. He was her persona, a facet of her emotions, and the antagonistic glare he focused on the "head honcho" was nothing short of scathing. Aera's gaze settled on Yoromatsu's face. The Yoromatsu from her memories years ago was nothing close to the man she stood before now, but even so, she had changed drastically as well. No longer was she the straight-edged, by-the-rules warrior she'd met him as. No, she was different, from the way she let her hair loose to the way she held herself, she had changed. Time wasn't kind to anyone, and both of them had grown as each year had passed. 

Even so, it was impossible for her to ignore or deny that the man in front of her was the same one she shared [i]history[/i] with, and she scoffed at his choice of words. "I wish I could say the same, and I figured this was nothin other than "Paladin Business". Dust Town isn't exactly a resort scene, and we don't take kindly to strangers." She then heard his request for "questions", and Cerberus voiced her annoyance with a rumbling growl. "Right, well, you see, me and my friend here--" She motioned to Youhei and slipped him a wink, hoping he'd catch on,"-- were just about to cozy up in the tavern and fetch ourselves a beer. You're free to join us in there, I'll be more than glad to answer whatever questions you may have."