It had been some time since the younger Esper Claire had taken her quest. Psycho was inexplicably lost after the result of Claire's quest. Was it his fault that she struggled so much? He believed that Claire would have completed her task a little easier but was astounded at how fast she gave up. When she gave up she magically removed herself from his life. It was as sudden as a flower cutting left in the sun's wilt when it has run out of water.
Just because the young Esper fled quickly did not mean that the memories of her would fade as quickly. Her lavender glow was in all of the purple gems in he pouch, her wisps of energy were around westbridge and Psycho could feel her sorrow in the air. It was not for lack of concern that he had let her go, he felt that this was her choiceful rejection of himself or even fear of being so close to being accepted but the Order.
Psycho did not entirely sit back and watch her from afar. He had tried to keep himself busy with work, Sune forgiving that would never let up. But he had begun to plant orchids around places that reminded him of her.
One night while the Esper was planting some orchids near Sune's waterfall he had made up his mind to confront Claire and attempt to get some closer. When He spoke to Claire she seemed to be hiding something, but she glowed happy. If it was a show, it was a good one, Psycho understood Claire's hesitation to proceed after his quest, but was unaware of what she had been doing since he had last seen her. But she had voiced a union between her and the priest of Lathander, Gilean.
The shock was swift and powerful, but Psycho was sure to keep his composure.
