Vyers had wandered off again. He'd kept an eye out for Flonne and Etna, just as he said he would, but he had yet to find either of them. Of course, he wasn't spending most of his time doing that. Mostly, he was thinking. About what had occurred just recently, over what had occurred before that, about nearly everything.

The demon sighed faintly, rubbing the back of his head as he looked up at the artificial sky. Perhaps he was thinking too much? ...Most likely.

He took his eyes off the painted stars to look at his surroundings. Oh, had he made it to one of the gates so soon? He still wasn't quite used to the city's shrinking. It had just happened all of a sudden. Well, he supposed it was time to find lodgings again. Really, he needed to find somewhere more permanent to stay. If only he could find the right place...

It was as he turned to leave that he noticed the lost-looking child holding the sketchbook. He thought she looked somewhat familiar, though from where he couldn't say. She looked almost like she could be one of the natives, and yet her thoughtful expression (mostly the thoughtful part), told otherwise.

Well... He couldn't very well leave a damsel in distress, could he?

The demon approached her, a gentle smile on his face. "Do you need some help?"