"The journey cannot be made in less time than a week. We came as soon as we were able to." he told Squall as he approached. He crossed his arms over his chest. Without the armor, he seemed to be less like the "leader" of the warriors of Cosmos, and more like a normal person, or at least as close to normal as he could pass for. The change was not just visual. Without the overhanging threat of Chaos, he had begun to lighten up some, though that was not readily apparent.

"Who is Marluxia?" He asked, focusing on the next thing that had caught his attention. He hadn't heard mention of another travel companion before this. "Still, I am glad that the journey was without mishap for either of you." He wasn't about to mention what had happened to Firion with the Quilfish, but it sufficed to say that he did not entirely trust the safety of the routes any longer.