“Those who have spoken of them seem to indicate that most of their attempts at ‘help’ don’t tend to go well, so I believe I share that hope that they’re not.” Though one could hope they’d figure things out and get stuff right eventually, right? Surely with practice they would improve… Or so one would think. That said, what they were in charge of was more than a trivial thing. The complications and rules were probably just as unclear to them as it was to the rest of them, if what he’d been told were anything to go by. “Though, by that perhaps a stern letter about sand might do more harm than good if they attempt to do something about it.”

Could they make it worse? Probably not, but it was hard to not imagine it.

Yusuke offered a wry smile at that. “I believe that depends on how deeply we’ve been influenced by this particular disaster.” But he sure did hope it wasn’t long. This was not the kind of experience he would call useful for potential inspiration in the future. He’d rather move on from it as quickly as possible.

Wincing lightly, he realized Aerith made a good point. “Perhaps… Perhaps if we’re very careful as we move through our respective living spaces, we might minimize how much sand we track or drop along the way?” Not that people at the House of Solace weren’t already somewhat used to the fact that having Yusuke around usually meant some kind of mess. At least with artistic endeavors. Perhaps not sand…

No one could anticipate sand.