Clef and Presea were different in this respect, especially lately. He seldom took walks anymore, as much as he had once loved them. When he was concerned, he just sat still in one of three or four locations and silently hoped for the floor beneath him to swallow him up.

Unfortunately for him, those locations were scattered throughout the ship and he often needed to alternate between them. So he did walk quite a bit, in the end. And that was how he happened upon Presea this particular time.

"Pharle."