Llewellyn nodded, “Yes, it’s quite helpful I find… And even if they don’t return, it’s a nice way to remember them…” Even if you might not remember them after a while, memories were a funny thing for him to begin with… And sometimes he found that since arriving in this world, certain names and faces from the last had faded. Whether that was a result of being transported between worlds or his own spotty memory was uncertain, but he at least liked that he had vague impressions of those he’d known still.

The detective beamed a little to hear that Aerith had helped with the flowers for the wedding. It made sense to him. She was the best in the city, in his opinion, and she had helped add on to his own knowledge since arriving. A small, amused expression crossed his face at the mention of Cloud. “Mm… Her bodyguard and odd-jobs-man? An interesting man… I’ve only met him once myself.” Most of Llewellyn’s experiences had been with Aerith thus far… And her stories about the man. He seemed a tad grumpy, and an excellent target for the woman’s teasing. “But I’m not surprised he would recommend her. She is the best in the city… And they seem rather close too.”

It was rather cute, in his opinion, that she seemed able to rope the man into various projects and things.