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[b][color=16A75E]Time:[/color][/b] Morning
[b][color=16A75E]Location:[/color][/b] Forest; Near Guava Village
[b][color=16A75E]Interactions:[/color][/b] Viola[@13org], Phia[@princess]
[b][color=16A75E]Equipment:[/color][/b] A pack with some supplies, seeds (in his pockets), a small knife, a [url=https://i.imgur.com/g2Sg5vN.jpg]mask[/url] that hangs from his belt, a weapon with a shifting charm that is either a [url=https://i.imgur.com/4Xs4QCG.jpg]sickle[/url] or a [url=https://i.imgur.com/gyIiCzI.jpg]glaive[/url], and a [url=https://i.imgur.com/TNEke0P.jpg]shield/drum[/url] with an unbreakable charm.
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[color=16A75E]“It is wonderful to meet you too, Phia.”[/color] Cyrus smiled as he spoke and hugged Phia back. Cyrus always tried to hug people in the same way his mother always had, with the whole heart, in a way that let others know that they were loved. So he’d hugged Phia tighter than he’d meant to, holding on for an extra second as if it could make up for all the lost years, which was probably strange for someone who did not recognize him as family. 

Phia seemed so much like the Ophelia he remembered, still kind enough to offer to help strangers she’d met in the woods, full of life and exuberance, he hoped that meant the world had been kind to her since they’d last seen her. When she asked for descriptions of those they searched for he thought about his answer for a moment. He could not simply stand here and describe Ophelia to herself. If Ophelia forgot who she was there was likely a reason for that, it felt unwise to force such a revelation here and now; damage to the mind was so much harder to heal than the body. 

[color=16A75E]“It has been many years since we’ve seen any of our other siblings. I could describe them as they once were, as children, but time would’ve changed much of that. But time does not change the bonds, and we will know them when we find them.”[/color] Cyrus spoke confidently but kept his details vague. Without thought, his hand reached up and patted the hand Phia had placed on his shoulder. Viola could add in more details if she wanted to but it seemed unnecessary; the hands of fate seemed already working to guide their shattered family back together. 

He noticed the amulet that hung around Phia’s neck, the Millinia family crest, but he did not comment on it. The fact that she wore it so openly told him that either the village she stayed at had no knowledge of their family or they knew and accepted her anyway. It would be a safe place to go. The village seemed a better option, someone there would have a better idea of what had happened and more information would be beneficial. Or at the very least, the truth could be spoken of in a place Phia found safe and familiar. 

[color=16A75E]“Instead, maybe we could help you find your back to your village, maybe someone there knows something that could help us.”[/color] He offered, gesturing to the south as she had indicated earlier. He looked over at Viola, [color=16A75E]“What do you think? A worthy detour?”[/color] He asked, wishing he could speak more freely, to ask the sorts of questions that would better help him understand Viola’s thoughts and feelings at this moment. All he’d gotten was the brief glimpse of pain that had washed over the blank expression Viola normally wore when Phia had not recognized them. He would need to find the right moment to ask her about how they should handle the situation without being overheard. [/color]