[ Ardbert plants himself near one of the tables, imagining that Aria won't have too difficult of a time finding him. She's good at most things, but locating people or items is something that adventurers like them were asked to do often. After a while, you developed a sort of sixth sense about it. On top of that, he shouldn't be so hard to spot.

And then, there she is. As soon as Ardbert sees Aria, tension seeps out of him, most notable in the way that his shoulders loosen. Having just returned to her, their souls rejoining after being apart for longer than either of them could truly comprehend, it had been jarring to be without that — even if that had truly only felt like a few moments, to him.

The fact is, having her nearby is natural; comfortable. Regardless of the fact that they know so little, Aria's mere presence assures him that it will all sort itself out in the end. That reassurance is something she's provided to countless people, and he can only hope that he manages to return the favor at times.

Judging by that greeting, he does. It's so plainly Aria that he can't help but smile. ]

I could say the same to you. I boarded this train because it felt right somehow. I suppose I thought it would take me to... some final resting place, but that can't be right, can it? You're here, and you're still...

[ Alive.

Or does this mean she isn't, that something happened? He doesn't want to accept that possibility, and he silently entreats Aria with his eyes, hoping that he's wrong about this. ]