Hythlodaeus has been curbing his Sight somewhat, the Void surrounding the platform and this train dizzyingly painful, and that is how he has not Seen the familiar, beautiful glow of this soul among the passengers. But as it approaches the garden, he does, and his attention strays from the lotus flowers floating in a little pond, his heart reminding him of its existence with its rushed beat.

So this is whom Elidibus meant, the feeling for the ... man now, he has to guess, warms much.

This... this conveyance has been confusing, disorienting, and being here had felt wrong... especially with the shard of Azem's soul who knows him while he does not know her. And knows the future, it seems.

Until now.

He straightens up, turning with a bright, bright smile.

"There you are."

.... blink. That is ... not exactly what he expected to see with the normal sight, and he takes a moment to drink in this new look.

Then, he shrugs.

"It has been a while since I have been close to any. Then again... had I known I would find you here, they would have had to wait."

It's the truth.