Cerulean Cape i won't go down by myself, but i'll go down with my friends

even as focused as he was on aphrodite's scent, the wafting smell of another caught his nose. he turned, coming to a halt as the mottled brown woman made her approach. you search? she asked, with an accented tongue—he felt immediately like a kindred spirit, and nodded fervently.

i'm looking for my friend aphrodite, surya explained. she has a pelt like mine, and blue eyes, and she went missing. . .i think she is in trouble. his eyes were desperate as he blinked at the stranger. have you seen anything? heard anything?

her scent was not the one intertwined with aphrodite's at each step; he knew this. but maybe—just maybe—she had seen the healer.