It had been for some time now that Elidibus and Cloud had worked together at the bakery. Each time would find the Emissary having arrived before, and on each occasion did he call out a cheerful greeting to the other man. Regardless of how his friendliness had been met he never failed to do so - nor did he fail to continue in his small favors and gifts he was wont to give. That is, until one day saw his absence. Unexplained, not given notice, not elaborated on in any way.

One day of break in their routine. Such a little thing, in truth.

But oh, such a devastating blow.

The day after the absence sees Elidibus having arrived before Cloud once more. But this time no greeting rings out, no wave is given accompanied by a smile. There is silence. A brief flit of eyes to the door tracks the newcomer, registering the visual identity, but the Emissary merely continues to knead the dough he has in front of them. Even his actions are subdued.