Gabriel traveled to Masayoshi and David's room, swiftly arriving at the door. She figured that she would invite them as well, assuming that having a night out on the city could be a fruitful experience for both of them... romantically speaking.
David glanced back at the door as Gabriel approached, his ears picking up the soft sounds of her steps against the ground. His eyes widened slightly, not expecting the angel to willingly approach their room. He glanced over at Masayoshi for a moment, checking to ensure she was still dressed, before glancing back at the door.
"...Hey, Gabriel. Need something...?" David called out. Haphazardly, he threw on the shirt he had gripped within his hands, the fabric pressing uncomfortably against his muscular chest.
Masayoshi peaked her head out of the bathroom, still applying the final touches to her makeup, a stick of lipstick clutched in her palm. Surprise flashed on her face for a moment, before the woman slowly took a soft breath, trying not to look as stressed as she felt.
Meanwhile....
Tokugawa searched for Ythala throughout the stronghold, the homonculi's worry for his friend overriding his mind as he looked for her throughout the various doors of the dimension. "Ythala!! Ythala!"
Ythala had returned to the same, starry dimension she had entered earlier, the angel pressed against a large oak tree. Her legs were pulled into her chest, her arms wrapped tightly around them. Her nails dug into her pale skin, enough to make the surrounding flesh red.
"...Okita..." She whispered to herself. A soft, dry sob escape her lips, the woman's body trembling softly. She wanted to see her, she needed to see her. Every waking moment without her warm touch, her soft smile, her dulcet voice...felt akin to an eternity. This was...different than when she had been left on the ship in Japan. Her passion, her love for Okita, had grown more intense than an exploding star, her obsession with the samurai passing any bounds of rationality.
"O...Okita..." Ythala thought. She didn't even know if she was alive, didn't know if Adam had already taken her away. Their last conversation could have been her last chance to ever speak to the woman...and that thought caused Ythala's whole body to writhe in unspeakable agony, as if she was being torn apart from the inside out.
"...I...I c-cant..." Ythala muttered. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath growing heavy as she pressed her head against the tree, her eyes closed tightly.