A swirl of white magic surrounds the gunbreaker, healing his injuries. A viera in robes holsters his staff once that's done and walks over to Thancred, smiling slightly.

"Was wondering if you'd show up, Thancred. ... Unless you don't know me, in which case... hello... stranger." He sighs and just shakes his head. "It's complicated and involves different versions of the same shard, but either way it's good to see you."

Fridtjof sits nearby, not too close so that Thancred still feels he has space. "And before you think I'm lying, I know where the wild rose blooms."