[Ferran is focused on his task in searching for something out of place, but in his current state he's only so capable. With her closer vantage point, it's easy to see that he's drawn and thin, an extended stay in the hospital having drained him of whatever might have obviously marked him as younger. There's a grim look in his eyes as he pulls at a flat piece of rubble with his uninjured arm, careful not to jar his other as he does, but the end result gets him nothing: no clue emerges, no glowing details or notes left behind that might give him the answers he seeks.
He continues on for a minute or two through the husk of his home, eventually covering his face with his hand a where he kneels for a moment before rubbing it with his palm as if to scrub away his emotions. He has to keep going.
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He continues on for a minute or two through the husk of his home, eventually covering his face with his hand a where he kneels for a moment before rubbing it with his palm as if to scrub away his emotions. He has to keep going.
But when he looks up, he finally spots Naminé, and he slows to a stop. He blinks at her with a furrowed brow, almost like he's not sure if she's actually there.]