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[attr=class,bulk] The man made a small noise of agreement when Yuna asked if he wanted to check out what the blacksmith had to offer. It wasn’t much, but he had at least acknowledged her presence, so she considered that a success as she led him inside. The woman behind the counter was currently busy with another shopper, but she still gave Yuna a friendly customer service smile before looking over at her companion. Yuna had expected much of the same to be directed towards him, but instead the lady looked suddenly downright anxious. Even worse, the mood seemed to spread to the two other patrons currently in the shop as they shared a whispered conversation before quickly departing. Honestly, Yuna even threw a quick glance over her shoulder to see if someone frightening had come in the door behind her, but it was still just the rather sour man she’d been leading around.
Well that didn’t paint a very good picture.
The woman asked if they needed help with anything—though Yuna didn’t miss that she sounded nervous—and the man approached the counter to lay out the same hunting needs that he’d told Yuna before. The forgemaster directed him over by her for the tools, and as her companion came close to her in order to pick an axe off the wall, the summoner lowered her voice to a whisper. “You haven’t robbed them before, have you?” For being still new to Provo, he clearly had quite the reputation already. And one that provoked that much fear wasn’t likely to be a good one. Still, Yuna turned and smiled at the shopkeeper like she hadn’t just accused the stranger of being a thief when the woman asked if she needed help with anything.
“Actually, maybe I’ll look at knives too. I was thinking of retiring my old one,” Yuna admitted. It wasn’t that anything was wrong with it—she just had a hard time looking at it anymore without picturing it sticking out of Kimahri’s chest. It was good to have a small weapon—particularly in areas where she couldn’t easily bring her staff—but it was probably better to start fresh with a blade that wasn’t layered in bad memories.
Yuna crossed the store to look at their selection—at a quick glance they seemed more functional than stylized, which prompted the summoner to ask a question so she could narrow down her search. “Do you have any that enhance magic right now? My staff does that too of course, but it’s a little big to bring around everywhere.” The shopkeeper helpfully pulled out a few for her to look at before she went over to assist the other man too. Yuna looked over a few options before carefully lifting a curved edge knife. It wasn’t as ornate as the jeweled one currently sheathed beneath her sash, but the hilt had a wave pattern that reminded her a little of how the ocean had looked from the shores of Besaid. She was sorely tempted to give it a try. Maybe she could put up the old one in a display next to Kimahri’s staff. That might be nice.
“How’s it going on your end?” Yuna asked, looking over to see if he’d found anything he liked.
[attr=class,bulk] Caius seemed pretty confused about why Yuna was so adamant that he should not shave the beard, and she refrained from answering by taking a large drink of water. Somehow she didn’t think he’d appreciate being told that he looked like Prompto. Thankfully he didn’t seem to be waiting for an answer, and he moved on by saying that he didn’t think Lumina minded what he looked like either way. “And her opinion matters the most after yours of course,” Yuna said with a slight smile. That’s really what it boiled down to after all.
Yuna’s comment about sending Alex really had come out as way more of a threat than she’d intended. To her it was just a fact—she performed the sending when people died so that they wouldn’t come back—and Alex seemed like he would make a particularly troublesome unsent anyway. Still, she had to laugh herself when Caius choked on his drink and was sent straight into a coughing fit. “I’m sorry!” She apologized in between giggles as she pushed some unused napkins across the table towards him. “And hopefully it won’t come to that. I really do want to see if this can be resolved by talking first. But as promised, I’ll take someone with me. I won’t go alone.” Caius and Celes were both fairly busy lately, but there were the people at her clinic too. Monori was from the same world as Alex, and Dion did keep saying that he owed her a favor.
Though come to think of it, maybe bringing Bahamut along would only make the situation worse. She’d have to ask Dion to be on his best behavior if he accompanied her.
“Ready to head back?” Yuna asked with a slight smile, since they’d both finished their food and the conversation seemed to be wrapping up a little. “I know you still have a long trip back to Torensten ahead of you.” And he’d already refused the guest room unfortunately. Getting Caius to rest was harder than finding one needle on a cactuar sometimes.
[attr=class,bulk] Mu confirmed that he had met Monori before—apparently they had talked because he had been surprised to see…something. “Miqo’te?” Yuna echoed, not entirely sure what the word meant until the context clues caught up with her. “Oh! Do you mean her ears and tail? I didn’t know how to ask her about that without sounding rude,” she admitted a bit sheepishly. Monori’s race didn’t exist on Spira, but at least Yuna finally had a word for it now.
The masked man also looked thoughtful for a moment before saying that he might have heard her name before too. Yuna brightened when he mentioned Caius and asked if she worked for the guild. This was a nice surprise—It looked like they both had more connections than they’d initially thought. “Yes, that’s me. Do you do some work for the Dragonblades too?” Since he’d mentioned having multiple conversations with Caius and seemed to be skilled with a blade, it wouldn’t surprise her. “I’m mostly up in Provo these days, or I’m sure we would have met much earlier. How’s everything getting along at the Torensten base?” Caius and Celes didn’t always keep her in the loop with that drama anymore. They probably just didn’t want to bother her, but Yuna still missed the Torensten base sometimes. She really needed to pay them a visit soon.
Enma did his best to explain why he didn’t need to eat food, but he ended up having to tag in Mu for the answer. Maybe it was just too normal for Enma himself to really think about it. Apparently he slowly drew in energy just from his surroundings, which was enough to sustain his small form. “That would be incredibly convenient,” Yuna said with a smile as she looked over at the red creature again. “I’m sorry you can’t try the food stalls with us though. Let us know if there’s anything you want to do next, Enma.” That only seemed fair since he couldn’t enjoy the first experience.
Once they’d collected their treats, Yuna took a cautious bite of the chocobar and immediately brightened at how refreshing it was. On Mu’s end, he seemed to be reflecting on how different the items were from what he would have gotten on Hydaelyn. “Eorzean? Was that a different country?” Yuna asked curiously, since he mentioned another group of people where he was from. Meanwhile, to give them time to enjoy their snacks, Yuna briefly sat down in a beach chair and glanced towards the ocean again. The sun really was getting low in the sky.
[attr=class,bulk] The man at Yuna’s side made…possibly a quip in return? He at least stated that she had nothing to worry about as long as no one had it out for her. The summoner made a thoughtful noise at that before smiling up at him. “You’d be surprised.” Leaving aside the entire church of Yevon, a strangely high number of people had tried to kill her since she’d come to Zephon. Caius had literally just warned her the other day that the mercenary Alex wanted her dead because of her ability to summon. That was one of the stranger reasons so far, but at least this one wasn’t personal.
Come to think of it, the man’s dry statement may have been meant to imply that he was some sort of hit man, so Yuna was going to assume that it had been a joke after all. She was a little proud of him for it. It was a start.
Despite her attempts to make conversation on the way to the blacksmith, he didn’t seem particularly interested. Far from being surprised at this point, Yuna just tried not to giggle at his response of how long he’d been hunting. Perfectly vague and revealing absolutely nothing about himself. He was really a master at this. “Yes that’s it,” she answered, still doing her best to keep a straight face when he pointed out a brick building with wood trim and asked if that was the blacksmith. It was probably obvious even without the sign—the windows were thrown wide and the distinct sound of the hammer and anvil could be heard from the street as they drew closer. “Let’s see if he has anything that will work for your tools?”
Striding through the front door, Yuna glanced around the front room of the shop a bit curiously to see if anything had changed. It had been a while since she and Celes had visited, but the basic layout at least still seemed to be the same. Tools were out on display to their left while weapons were kept behind a counter to the right. She supposed they didn’t want just anybody charging in and stealing knives. It didn’t sound like the man she was with was in the market for a new dagger though, so Yuna kept to the left side of the shop today. There were one or two other patrons milling around, and one was currently haggling with the woman behind the counter, so it seemed they had a moment to look around for themselves. Through a doorway near the back, Yuna could also just catch a glimpse of a man laboring over the forge.
“They also do commissions,” the summoner supplied—she hoped helpfully—but mostly she stood back and let him look. He was the one actually shopping after all.
[attr=class,bulk] Caius quietly acknowledged that he had lost his family too, but he seemed to have no desire to talk about that right now. Yuna understood—reminiscing about Tidus was hard enough without bringing her parents into it, and Caius was worried enough about Lumina without needing to focus on other people he’d lost. That was a topic best saved for another time, so Yuna quietly let it drop.
Thankfully Caius’ apparent age was a much lighter turn of the conversation. When he covered up the bottom half of his face to show her how he’d look without a beard, Yuna very nearly choked on her water. “Oh no,” she said with a laugh as she heavily set the glass back down. “I think I can confirm that it’s the beard, but I also don’t think you should shave it.” Was there a polite way to tell somebody that they had a baby face without their facial hair? There almost certainly wasn’t, so Yuna did her best to hide her giggling. “And I know how old you are now, but it did surprise me the first time I learned. I’m sorry to say.”
When Yuna dredged up the topic of how their jail break had gone, Caius admitted that he was exhausted. Apparently the actual planning for it had been a disaster because of Alex and then they had…shared a sleazy bathouse together? There may have been more to unpack there, but Yuna was honestly afraid to ask. She just turned a bit red and nodded quickly as he went on about everything else he was worried about.
“I think it’s a good thing you don’t wish anyone dead, but I’m sorry he said that about her.” That was a pretty low blow considering how worried Caius was. “If he died though, I’ll be sure to send him so he won’t come back,” Yuna said a bit primly as she finally finished up her food and sat back. That had probably come out as much more of a threat than she had meant it, but it was more of a fact for her than anything. “Thank you again for lunch, by the way. And I appreciate the warning…”
[attr=class,bulk] Unsurprisingly, the man didn’t answer Yuna’s attempt to lightly rebuke him for being rude, nor did he comment on her assumption that he was new to Provo. He really did remind her a bit of how Kimahri was with strangers. He seemed to open his mouth as little as possible, and once again Yuna did her best not to smile at the mental comparison. She didn’t know what he would make of that after all.
He did at least abruptly stop walking when Yuna asked him what exactly he was searching for. He looked a little defeated for a moment, and she wasn’t entirely sure what to make of that. Maybe he was just upset that he actually had to say something to her for this to work. Eventually he started listing off things that he was looking for in one-word answers, and Yuna nodded along since it all sounded reasonable enough. Clearly he was looking to do some hunting. The second half sounded way more shady though, and at this point Yuna couldn’t stop herself from putting a hand over her mouth to stifle a laugh. She might have thought that he was joking if he didn’t seem like the type to…absolutely never do that.
“I see. Well I think I can help with that if you promise not to bury me with the spade,” Yuna said with a slight smile, poking fun at the fact that it sounded like he was absolutely looking to dispose of some bodies. She assumed that was accidental though—or at least she severely hoped it was. “Sounds like you’ll need a blacksmith for the tools and maybe a general store for hunting supplies? Come on, I know a good blacksmith whose shop isn’t too far!” He had sold her a dagger once when Celes had started giving her brief lessons. It wasn’t really Yuna’s forte, though she was grateful to have the small blade for emergencies when she didn’t have her staff. The jeweled knife was probably entirely outside of this man’s tastes, but the blacksmith in question made more plain-looking tools as well. The stones were just supposed to enhance magic, which Yuna had appreciated when she picked it out.
Leaving Help Wanted Avenue, the summoner led the stranger down a side street, past the scent of the leather workers that made her grimace. “How long have you been hunting?” Yuna asked by means of making conversation, though she half suspected that he wouldn’t answer. “I can fish a little—I grew up on an island nation—but that’s all.” Truthfully even fishing made her a little sad, and picturing rabbits languishing in snares was even worse, but she did understand that people had to eat. Especially people who lived in out of the way places where they had to provide for themselves. Maybe that was the case with this man. He certainly didn’t seem like the type to want close neighbors. Either way, the blacksmith that Yuna liked was straight ahead by now.
[attr=class,bulk] Caius agreed that she should talk about Tidus more if it would help her process losing him, and Yuna nodded slowly, deciding that the same was probably true for a lot of people in her life. She was no stranger to loss, but then neither was Caius. “Thank you. And I’d listen too if you ever wanted to talk about anyone. I know we’ve both lost family members…” They weren’t here to talk about their parents, but that was something that would be good to unpack someday. Yuna had always held a complicated relationship with her father’s legacy, and Caius had talked before about losing people during the ten years of darkness.
He ended up agreeing that he would be the older brother in their relationship, though he complained about people always thinking he was older than he actually was. “You won’t like this, but I thought you were at least 27 the first time we met,” Yuna admitted with a laugh. “Honestly I think it’s your beard.” It was pretty impressive for someone his age. Yuna was fairly confident that Tidus hadn’t had any facial hair at all, considering the months that they’d spent on her pilgrimage. Maybe Caius would have had more of a baby face too if he kept his shaven.
Caius thanked her in advance for looking after the king and his retinue, and Yuna frowned slightly when he mentioned that one of the men had lost his eyesight. “I’m sorry to hear that. I’ll do what I can for him. At least any new injuries…” Caius also dropped some hints about what had been going on up in Sonora, which made her glance up at him over what remained of her sandwich. “I-...thought it might be something like that. You were keeping what you were up to vague, which never bodes well. You’re not hurt, are you?” She wouldn’t put it past him to keep any minor injuries to himself, but she also didn’t blame him for executing a prison break. Sonora’s government was well-known to be corrupt. Not to mention that Yuna herself had broken out of the Via Purifico in Bevelle after the Maesters had sentenced her and her guardians to death. Sometimes the law wasn’t just, and you had to do what you believed to be right.
[attr=class,bulk] Mu confirmed that he wasn’t from Zephon originally either, and Yuna brightened when he mentioned the name Hydaelyn. “I’ve heard of that world before! Have you ever met the white mage Monori? I work with her in Provo, and she’s originally from Hydaelyn too.” Tons of people must have lived there, so it wouldn’t surprise her if the two had never crossed paths before. Yuna liked reuniting people from the same worlds though, so she always tried to bring up others that she’d met before when she encountered someone new from the same place.
He also joked that relaxing would be one of the hardest training sessions that he’d ever endured, which made Yuna laugh since she knew the feeling. Mu did at least agree to start by hitting up the food stalls though, so maybe Yuna had been worried over his face covering for nothing. He at least didn’t bring it up as a possible issue. Enma and Mu did also have a brief scuffle over the fact that Enma apparently didn’t eat food, though the creature eventually relented that he’d enjoy seeing Mu eat something new. “How do you survive without food?” Yuna asked curiously, wondering if they had a type of magical connection that gave him energy. “Are you some kind of spirit?” He was at least a benevolent one—nothing like the unsent that had plagued Spira. It would probably be best for her to avoid performing a sending around Enma though. Just to be safe. She’d feel bad if she sent him to the afterlife by accident.
After the two had sorted out their disagreement, Mu said that he would leave flavor recommendations up to her. “I’ll do my best. I’m a bit new to this too,” Yuna said with a laugh, before turning to head over to the food stalls. They had a short line, but nothing too bad, and Yuna did her best to keep an eye on what others were ordering on their way to the front. “Definitely one of those please,” Yuna requested with her eyes on the ‘chocobars’ that other people had. As far as she could tell, they were chocobo shaped chocolates on a stick with vanilla ice-cream inside, and that sounded delicious. “As for drinks…” Yuna skimmed the list of what they had, but most of the names were unfamiliar to her. Eventually though, Yuna noticed a woman off to the side with a yellow and red drink with fruit on top. After inquiring, she learned that it was called a Mai Tai, and that was good enough for her. If it was bad, she could always just eat the fruit it came with. “Could I try one of those please?”
[attr=class,bulk] It had been a hectic day, all things considered. There was the usual traffic in and out of the clinic, and then Caius’ friends had turned up near sunset. The blond man had at least warned her ahead of time that the king and his retinue might need help, so it wasn’t a complete surprise. Still, she found treating their injured friend to be sadder than most jobs that she’d gotten so far on Zephon. Ignis’ wounds weren’t particularly life-threatening, but they were numerous and spoke of years of harsh treatment. The poor man was littered with barely healed scars, not to mention his eyes. Yuna wished that she could have done something for his eyesight, but it was an old wound. It also looked so deep that she wasn’t sure she could have saved his vision even if it hadn’t happened a long time ago. Everything about it was just horrifically sad. She hoped that with enough rest he’d recover soon. Prompto and Noctis seemed to adore him, and they’d refused to sleep anywhere else but his medical room.
Which…that was honestly a good thing, because Yuna only had two guest rooms upstairs, and those were currently occupied by Monori and then Dion and Terence. She’d already had to put Caius on the floor in her room, which she felt bad about doing, but he’d refused to take her bed. The clinic really was packed to the brim tonight.
By the time that she’d finished up her work for the evening, Yuna wanted nothing more than a hot bath to soak away the ache in her muscles from standing for so long. She adored the work that they did here, but the hours really could be long. The others were probably already asleep upstairs, and Yuna didn’t particularly want to wake anyone by drawing a bath. The downstairs bathroom should work just as well though—it was on the other side of the waiting room from the medical rooms, so it was far enough out of the way that it shouldn’t bother anyone if she used it. With that in mind, Yuna lit a candle and started to fill up the tub as she pushed the door closed behind her. She was so distracted though that she neglected to check if the door had actually clicked shut.
Once the water was warm enough, Yuna slid into the bath and closed her eyes, trying her best to forget about the stress of the day. She wasn’t sure how long had passed when the loud creak of a floorboard suddenly made her eyes open. The door was slightly cracked—had she not shut it all the way?—and there was part of a horrified face staring back at her. The candlelight flickered across spiky blond hair, and Yuna gave a slightly undignified squeak as she sank a bit lower in the bath. “Prompto! Did-...did you need something? Is Ignis-?” The question was only half-formed, but worry suddenly seized her. The only reason that she could think of for the blond man to still be awake was that Ignis had suddenly taken a turn for the worse.
“Right! I’m coming!” Yuna burst straight out of the bath, all modesty forgotten in the face of the emergency in front of her. Grabbing the towel off the counter, she wrapped it around herself determinedly. “What’s the situation?”
[attr=class,bulk] Sir Terence started laughing at Yuna’s question of whether or not a ‘knight’ was how that kind of relationship was referred to on Valisthea. She took that as a no, and her cheeks felt a bit warm even as she laughed a little too. “I guess not then. Was it your job to protect him? We call those guardians on Spira, so forgive me for not knowing the word…” Yuna had worked out fairly quickly that Dion was an important figure in his own world, so it would make sense for him to have guards. She still wasn’t sure how to reconcile him being a prince with him being Bahamut, but that was something she felt that she should ask Dion about privately. Obviously he was too concerned with Terence right now to explain anything to her.
After Dion had gotten settled in a chair, and Yuna had returned to casting healing magic on Terence, they both explained what had happened from their point of views. The prince had apparently found him horribly injured and had flown him here after turning into Bahamut. That was…a lot considering the religion she’d grown up with, but Yuna did her best to keep things professional and practical. “Did anyone who could identify you see that? You have nothing to worry about here of course, but I’d worry that the government of Provo might make trouble for you. The aeons are viewed as gods on Zephon…” He’d encounter the same problem if he ever ended up on Spira. Yuna honestly wasn’t sure what the people would make of a living Fayth. It had just never been seen before.
Terence’s side of the story was honestly chilling. He painted a picture of a horrifying beast of a man with unrivaled strength. Yuna was so startled by his deep anguish that she forgot for a moment that she was supposed to just be healing him and listening to them talk. “Over seven feet tall? I can’t say I’ve heard of him…” As soon as the words were out of her lips though, she realized that wasn’t entirely true. Her eyes shifted over to Dion, hesitating as she hoped that her next question wasn’t true. She knew how much it would hurt him if it was. “Dion…The second time you were brought here injured…” She had a feeling that she didn’t even need to finish that thought. Yuna hadn’t been the one working that day, but Monori had told her about it. The aggressor was from the other white mage’s world, so Monori had known all about him. Zenos. He was supposed to be a giant of a man. That…really didn’t bode well. Especially since he was apparently still lurking around Provo.
For now though, Terence’s deep guilt seemed to be the more important issue.
“You saved someone else’s life, and very nearly at the cost of your own. I can’t think of anything more selfless than that. You’re certainly no coward, Sir Terence.” Yuna did her best to at least try to reassure him as she cast another Cura spell on him. His external wounds were healing nicely, but she had a feeling that what they couldn’t see was hurting him more.
