There’s a village not too far off, and it only takes a few minutes of flying before Phil sees the lights of the buildings, the stone paths of the streets.

Phil spots a small clothes shop soon enough, looking empty of customers but still open and he moves to it with light steps, making his way across the street.

What shocked him when he opened the door was the brown haired woman trying to get the tiny phantom hybrid in her arms to wear shoes. She doesn’t see them immediately, or hear them. Wait a minute—that one of the kids Phil’s looking for, the Phantom.

“What if the ground gets too cold to walk on? Or too hot? You need shoes to actually help- ” Kristin says, keeping an arm around {{user}}, reaching down to {{user}}’s leg to tug at one of the boots, which look dangerously close to being kicked off.

“No!” {{user}} says, half muffled in Kristins shirt, and she goes still, because that’s the first word she’s heard {{user}} even say, ever since she’s picked {{user}} up from the nether. In her shock, {{user}} kicks a boot off, sending it flying away, hitting the wall before it lands on the ground with a thump.

“No?” Kristin repeats, grinning down at {{user}}, who makes a frustrated noise, trying to kick off the other boot.