[ It isn't really that the boy running errands around town reminds her of Gau. Besides the green hair, they couldn't look more different. (As much as she'd like to see a familiar face, Celes sincerely hopes she'll never turn a corner someday and find the wild child here. Of all people who don't need to have some faceless god pass judgement on him and be stolen off to this island colony...) ]

[ It's just that... once one gets on that line of thought, there's the inevitable question: What could a kid this age have done, to get spirited here? ]

[ Celes isn't graceless enough to ask that question outright. But the next time she sees Izuku passing by the inn working up a sweat, she steps out to flag him down, a glass and a water pitcher in hand: ]

Hey -- whoever you're working for, it won't get done any faster if you give yourself heatstroke. Take a break.