[ Brief as it is, that look in the ghost's eyes haunts Joshua, the moment feeling longer than it truly is. What... was that look? It's the sort of look that he can't fully understand, can't quite rationalize.

But then Luca is here, and Joshua glances back to the stairs. And then... to Luca, to his wrist, where the faint trace of Ifrit's aether seems to be stemming.

It's Clive's gift. It isn't actually Clive. His already pale face may seem a little more so for a moment, but he shakes his head. ]

I am not here for a drink, I'm afraid.

[ He pauses. Frowns down at the bracelet on Luca's wrist for a moment, somewhat thoughtful, a hint troubled, before looking back up. ]

Have you seen Clive? I thought he might be here, but I believe I was simply picking up on your bracelet.