Oh no.

Just as she had suspected, he had mistaken her for someone else. Her eyes stared at his, understanding how he must feel. This must have been how her friends felt when they found her in Traverse Town. But to keep the rouse going would only hurt more in the end. She had to be upfront with him as best as she could. Taking away that smile of his was cruel, but it had to be done. Not only, that, however...the warmth she felt wasn't just from being so close, it was a very familiar and nostalgic light he possessed. He had been blessed with the light as well, it seemed. If that was the case, she needed to keep him close.

Taking in a breath, her hand was on her chest as she introduced herself. "[color=deepskyblue]I am Cielle, like you I am not of this world,[/color]" She began to explain as best as she could, feeling a direct approach was the best road to take. "[color=deepskyblue]It seems that I remind you of your friend, but I'm sorry to say that I am not Aira. If you're here, however, there is a very good chance your friend is here, too. If you'd like, we can search together, I know the streets well.[/color]"