Honeyed Pasture the stars at night are indifferent to our plight

There are more with them than Étoille had anticipated, and still none that he knew besides Heda. He was glad to have an assigned purpose for the trip - in truth he was feeling terribly awkward about the whole ordeal. On the plus side the large group allowed for an easy division of labor. On the down side the titan had not been given a specific task today. He supposes he could remain with the camp, but it makes him restless. 

He is not trying to trail Heda specifically, but his course takes a similar chart. He lingers by the bay, thinking of Mirabelle, before pressing further south. He catches Heda's scent and thinks of leaving her to her solitude - but suddenly there is a sneeze. "Á tes," the giant says automatically, then stops. There is another here. Awkwardly he looks between the Commander's form at rest and the new figure - a woman, he notes, small and white (another spectre of his, perhaps). "Er," Étoille says after a long moment, unsure how to rectify the situation, "Heda. And... you. Hello."