Rinoa was on her way to the fountain for a few reasons. One, she organized the occasional patrol and it was one of those times when no one was around, and two, maybe Squall would crawl out of the fountain again. It was a foolish hope, that he'd be taken and spit back to her so quickly, but she didn't know what else to do. She'd spent too much time staring into space at the house, willing things to change. She went through the motions of existence and brought a blanket toward the fountain to sit with in case someone came through.

She would never in a hundred years expect Seifer to be the one she spotted from a distance. She did know him, too, even in the strange clothes, even shuffling off, Rinoa knew him. She paused. This was something of a cruel joke, she thought, but that wasn't his fault. In true Rinoa fashion, she didn't even think to herself that he might be a version of himself she didn't want nearby. She simply assumed he was Seifer enough for her to figure it out; the sorceress wasn't here and neither was her influence. It would be okay. Even if looking at him made her want to cry some more, but she'd been crying enough for most of it to be dried out by now.

"Seifer," she called out to get his attention, hurrying to meet him in the middle. It was so cold out and he was wet, so she didn't even ask him a question, she simply tossed the blanket at him. It was warm, from being inside the house and with her body heat, and he was going to need that. "I'll explain everything once we get inside the inn, okay?" Rinoa gestured toward said location, where everything was warmer and grounded.