Happily, the moogle seems oblivious to the conversation going on above her. "I... yeah. Sorry, it's just... never dealt with anything like this before. I just feel... sad, for her."

The three stop at the street corner, and Serge... obligingly holds out his hand, waving at traffic. He doesn't see a taxi, but something has to be coming, right?

The moogle gazes across the street, concern creeping back into her expression. "You... you don't suppose I've missed it entirely, kupo? I should be able to catch up?"

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"I think-" Serge stops, mid-sentence. A carriage that he could've sworn wasn't there before, pulled by a pale chocobo, slowing to a gentle stop. The door swings open of its own accord, and Serge feels a very definite chill down his spine. In spite of the intimidating appearance of the black carriage, their companion seems relieved.

"Oh. I'd thought- well, it hardly matters now, kupo." She reaches up, tugging at Serge's hand to pull him down to her level, and embrace him, before doing the same to Corrin. "I'm so ashamed; I'd offer you something for your troubles, but I seem to have misplaced my bag. Do take care, kupo."
She turns, starting to climb the steps into the carriage, and the driver pulls out a tiny, old hourglass, tapping it as though to check something...