Ashelia turns around, eyes wide. How did I not notice him...? She can barely believe what she's seeing. If this is indeed the Sephiroth she knew - how that could be at all possible, she wouldn't even be able to begin explaining - then perhaps stopping Bahamut wouldn't be such a far-flung possibility.

"Sephiroth?" Her mouth opens and closes several times before she manages more. "When did you arrive? I didn't - I had no idea you were here."

She glances over at Dylas, shaking her head. "Perhaps we should see if anyone else is coming. Whatever it is, the three of us may not be enough." Not for the first or last time, Ashelia misses her Psychic abilities. The sheer power she'd had, the feeling of finally being able to resist the Calamity pulling at the corners of her mind...