[To say the prince did some amount of scrambling the moment he contacted Claude among all these portal misfirings to confirm he was, indeed, in Dion's stomping grounds... well, the word is not entirely inaccurate. Especially considering he made such confirmation during one of this trips to the baths. So there he is drying and dressing, sending a quick message to his roommate -- who has disappeared himself, but is safely in Solvunn -- who graces him with permission to share their space (and his leftover rations), at least in the mean time. He can at least provide Claude a comfortable place to stay.

As for Cid... well, he can mostly find his own way, but Dion is generous enough to offer him some time in navigating the castle rather than being on his own, entirely. After certain -- moments -- he can find it in himself to be graceful.

What he's not entirely sure of is that he might meet them. Together. Which --

Cid's voice ricocheting down the halls is enough to pull him from his room, where he had been making hasty preparations for Claude's arrival, only to stand there, stock still, as he sees Cid and Claude are arriving together. In a certain level of -- it seems, not as strangers.

Dion's eyes jump from Claude's face to Cid's, before he smooths a hand over his chest, settling down the collar of his shirt, and clearing his throat.] I would appreciate you show some modicum of decorum. If you are so able. [And as he turns to Claude, there is a shift that Dion does not feel but is easily perceivable; a softness in the brown of his eyes, and a hint of a smile as he reaches for his arm.] I did not think I should be blessed to see you again so soon. [He gestures to his room with his other arm.] You are both welcome.

[Even if he has this slightly taught pull in the base of his spine, having them here. Both. Together.]