Had her Empathy and Telepathy picked up on more than his memories? He could absolutely use food at this point. "There's not much we can do for them though, since...this seems to their story." Not that he liked it.

But they couldn't do anything other than what they'd done, for now. "We can ask the Librarian's about it." Walking cautiously, following the river to their left as they headed away from the village. It wasn't too many more meters before a swirl of white butterflies started to circle around them.

Brightening, brightening, and then they were in the Library once more. Trunks held a tattered red leather book, with an embossed butterfly on the cover. It was quiet, seeming to be nothing but a book.