[It's practically routine. When it seems to be morning regardless of whether he's slept that day, after breakfast if his body insists on the repast otherwise simply upon leaving his room, he heads towards the floors he knows people gather on. It's easier to watch and learn when they're in clusters, comfortable with their social structure.

And then there's places like the cathedral, for quiet contemplation or open space. Similarly, there's the meadow. For whatever reason, the meadow seems to attract those who wish to train or practice their martial skills.

Today is no exception, as he encounters the entirely too familiar blindfolded Ventus going through his training. It hails back to when he'd first encountered the boy.

He stays silent, letting Ventus go through his routines, wondering if the boy will notice him, or if he'll have to make some other move instead.]