[There's a flash of genuine dismay as Seteth takes it all in. Rosie's suspicion seems to be correct; this is not the Flayn he's grown accustomed to being here. At least, so long as she hasn't lost her memory somehow, it can't be. So this is a second Flayn, which means she just..... That she had.....

Seteth reaches out to gather Flayn into his arms immediately, to hold her tight and press a reassuring kiss against the top of her head. The wyvirrel soon follows, fluttering down to land on her shoulder and wind around her neck like a living stole.]

I'm so sorry..... Are you hurt? Did you run into any trouble on your way here? What did you last--n-no, we should probably go inside and sit down to talk. I'm sure you must have a lot of questions.

[Just. Give him a second to take a steadying breath and squash down the immediate alarm. He needs to be strong and steady, ready to answer Flayn's questions and help her acclimate to this place.]

That's right. I am courting Rose at present; I'm sure the two of you will get along marvelously.