"Thanks. Get some rest, Nida," he encourages with a nod, ignoring for now the prickle of having something newly junctioned after time apart. Cactaur had always been best paired with other party members with Squall preferring GFs with more aggressive utility. He doesn't complain, however, just rides out the sensation before taking a deep, bracing breath.

The record has long since stopped its playing, in need of being restarted or turned over, so he's not sure how long it takes him to acknowledge the timeline but after a second or two, Squall blinks his way back into the present. "Two weeks. Got it."

He sees Nida to the door because it feels like the right thing to do but also because Squall knows the journey he's about to embark on will be a lonely one until he's face to face with Seifer. All of his former desires for solitude went out the window with Time Compression. Now he feels the ache of isolation beginning to creep in as he says his farewells. "An Esthar ship will arrive tomorrow afternoon for you. Good luck."