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Bartz seemed so pleased that the chocobo was feeling better that Yuna was glad that she’d tried to heal the bird. “Chip, huh?” She said with a slight smile as the bird thanked her through a few kwehs and Bartz translated. “You’re very welcome, Sir Chip.” She gave the chocobo a slight bow with a laugh bubbling up in the back of her throat. She rather liked Bartz, and she hoped that their paths would cross again after this. He seemed like one of the purest souls that she’d stumbled across in a while.
Meanwhile, Caius took care of the girl behind them, and Yuna smiled at him approvingly as he offered to escort her from the village to anywhere where she wanted to go. He was always willing to go the extra mile. That’s why she had joined up with him and Celes in the first place, even though a mercenary group wouldn’t normally be something that she’d be interested in. The Dragonblades had always felt different to her.
Yuna nodded when Caius suggested that she could head back to the village now with Bartz if they didn’t want to wait. “We do owe you a cape. Let’s go find you a new one,” she said to the brunette boy as she got to her feet, laughing when he made it clear that Chip was coming with them. “Really? You think I can learn?” She asked when he offered to teach her how to speak to chocobos. Yuna still wasn’t entirely sure how much he was just making up, but she was more than willing to take some lessons from him on the way back. It would be an amazing skill if it were true after all.
Yuna started to follow after Bartz, though she hesitated and turned back towards Caius at the last second. “...Be careful. We are near Provo, after all,” she murmured. “And I do still want to talk about Ardyn when we’re done here.” Shooting her friend a final wave, she turned and hurried forward down the road. She needed to catch up with Bartz and Chip, after all.
Celes looked her over, and Yuna unconsciously straightened her back slightly under the scrutiny. The woman naturally had very challenging eyes, and Yuna hoped that she had passed her test as Celes suggested that they could talk now before barking at the men to keep training if they wanted to. Celes started to march off back to the base afterward, and Yuna shot the men an apologetic glance before scrambling after her. Celes was turning out to be far more intimidating than Caius had described, and Yuna was almost a little worried to be alone with her after the door shut behind them with a click.
As soon as the men were out of earshot, Celes changed her tune entirely, laughing good-naturedly and shooting her a smile. Yuna giggled in return, shaking her head and clasping her hands in front of her as the blonde woman bemoaned that they’d had a terrible first introduction.
“I can’t say I would have done that, but he was a bully,” she admitted. “So I can’t say that I entirely blame you either.” Celes introduced herself, though Yuna had already guessed her identity. She pressed a few fingers to her lips as Celes poked fun at Caius, not wanting to laugh at her friend though it seemed they both knew his love of sharing stories.
“Yes. He always speaks so highly of you,” she smiled at Celes, hoping to brighten her day slightly by sharing how much Caius seemed to rely on her. “He was having a lot of trouble finding a purpose in Zephon or coming to terms with his past before he met you.”
Celes gestured for Yuna to follow her outside, and Yuna privately agreed as they walked out through the front door. She rather liked the fierce woman when they were alone, but her worst sides seemed to come out when she was challenged. Yuna didn’t really care to see that again.
“No, I was told he wasn’t here. That’s alright. At least I finally get the chance to meet you,” Yuna said when Celes informed her that Caius wasn’t at the base. Truth be told, she was disappointed, but as she'd said, she was pleased to finally meet the co-founder of the Dragonblades.
“Did you need help with something?”
Yuna hesitated, glancing at the woman out of the corner of her eyes. She hadn’t really come here for help, even though Caius would be furious if he knew that she was planning to march straight into Ardyn’s arms alone with only a woman who needed a cane. She knew it was a horrible idea, but seeing Aera’s determination and drive had touched something in her. She hadn’t been able to say no. Yuna knew the woman would never rest until she’d set eyes on Ardyn herself, and she’d probably limp all the way to Provo alone if she had to. At least this option was safer for her.
“Ah...no.” Yuna said, forcing a smile perhaps a touch too late. “I really just came to say goodbye. I’ll be heading to Provo for the time being.” Not wanting to dwell on that topic, she quickly glanced at Celes. “What about you? Do you train people here often?”
Yuna was happy to see that Caius wasn’t hurt besides being a little banged up, but he did seem a bit dispirited by how quickly he’d been thrown off the dragon’s back. Yuna wanted to console him and point out that it was a lot harder to ride a flying creature than a chocobo, but Vordun seemed to take offense at Caius’ use of the word ‘monster.’ Before she could say anything, Caius had to quickly grab her arm and drag her out of the way as Vordun snorted fire in their direction.
Surprised, Yuna glanced a bit nervously at Caius to see if he thought they should flee, but it looked like Vordun had only been throwing a tantrum as Caius was able to calm him down fairly quickly. By the end of their exchange, she was fighting back laughter again as the dragon gave Caius a fond lick across his face and the man was almost knocked right off his feet.
“I’m sorry. Your bond is just really cute,” she said with a laugh, doing her best to somber up as they got back down to business. She nodded as Caius pointed out that the rope wasn’t keeping him on too well.
“No, that makes sense. Do you want to postpone until you have a real saddle made, or do you want to just do what we can until then?”
She wasn’t really surprised when Caius climbed back onto Vordun in spite of his bad fall. In the time that she’d known him, he had never been one to back down from a challenge, so she hadn’t really expected him to now. Still, that must have taken an immense amount of courage to get back on the dragon, so she gave him a slight smile, feeling her respect for him go up yet another notch.
“I think that’s a great idea,” she gushed as he brought up that he might try to communicate with Vordun in the air. “Honestly, 90% of the time, the only reason I could stay on Valefor was because we had a direct link between us. And really, that’s your biggest strength here. Riding him might be harder than riding a chocobo, but you two have a really powerful bond. I’m sure he doesn’t want you to get hurt...”
Trailing off, Yuna gave him a slight smile as she backed up to give them room. “Good luck!” She called. “I’m here to heal if needed.”
Yuna was excited to finally get to see the base of the Dragonblades. She suspected that she would have dropped by long before now if it hadn’t been for the mess that was happening up in Provo. The plague--or the scourge as Caius and Aera had called it--had kept her plenty busy to the north. Still, she was starting to miss her friends. Trying to save the dying would have been a lonely task even if she wasn’t constantly looking over her shoulder for a certain yellow-eyed unsent. Not to mention that she hadn’t seen Caius since his disastrous first flying lesson with Vordun. Yuna vowed to correct that the next time that she was in Torensten.
Her chance finally came as she and the blonde-haired oracle that she’d met at the Crystallus Divider agreed to travel together to Provo in search of Ardyn. Yuna was hesitant about the whole situation, but she was worried for Aera’s safety if the woman went alone, and she did want to finish things with Ardyn. Since he was a long-term unsent, it was her duty as a summoner to make sure that his soul reached the Farplane.
As the pair journeyed to Provo, they agreed to stop in Torensten to rest for a while. Yuna slipped off to find her fellow Dragonblades while Aera went off on her own separate errands. Normally Yuna wouldn’t have separated from anyone who walked with a cane, but she’d seen enough of the woman by now to know that she could handle most anything that came her way. Everything except Ardyn perhaps.
The base was smaller than she had expected, but Caius had told her that he was still looking for a more permanent location, so she supposed that made sense. They were still an up-and-coming group after all. To her disappointment, Caius appeared to be out on a mission, but Yuna perked up when someone said that his co-founder was out back with some new recruits. She had yet to meet Celes, but after hearing the glowing way that Caius talked about her, Yuna knew that she must have been an amazing woman. She couldn’t wait to finally introduce herself.
Slipping into the yard out back, Yuna paused as she saw that they appeared to be in the middle of a sword lesson. She didn’t want to interrupt so she hung back hesitantly near the door as a man squared up to fight the girl standing in front of him. She assumed that this must have been Celes since she was the only other woman in the yard. She was a tall, slim woman with lovely blonde hair that flowed down her back. At first glance, she didn’t look particularly dangerous, but as she expertly dipped into a stance with her sword, Yuna could make out the corded muscles in her arms. The man challenging her was bulky and looked more intimidating on the surface, but Yuna was suddenly betting that he had made a mistake.
The fight was entirely one-sided in Celes’ favor. Yuna had expected that from the way that Caius had talked about her skills, and it sounded like the man had deserved the harsh loss from provoking her. Still, Yuna gave her a slightly reproachful look as she slashed at the man and took him down. She wasn’t really a fan of using force to change people’s minds, though she supposed that she couldn’t argue with results as Celes sheathed her sword. She had won their respect, and something about her aloof stance now reminded Yuna of Sir Auron. The thought made her smile slightly even if she wasn’t pleased about the hurt man.
“Yes. I can help,” she offered, stepping away from the door and approaching the group as Celes called for a white mage. Kneeling down next to the man to inspect his wounds, she paused in slight surprise before holding out a hand to cast a simple Cure spell. She had assumed that she’d need something stronger, but the cuts were actually fairly shallow. Celes’ attacks had been expertly done to debilitate instead of damage, and Yuna gave the woman a more genuine, knowing smile as she finished up and rose to her feet.
“I'm sorry to interrupt. I’m Yuna.” she introduced herself as she clasped her hands together and gave her a short bow. “I've heard so many stories about you from Caius. I'm so glad to finally meet you. Would you mind if we spoke more after your lesson?”
Caius was cautious as he climbed on Vordun’s back, and Yuna wondered if it was the first time that he’d ever ridden on the dragon before. Vordun did seem a little uncomfortable with the additional weight, but he quickly calmed down as Caius did his best to soothe him. “At least he trusts you. That’s half the battle,” Yuna said with a slight smile. She wasn’t surprised. The two of them had a strong bond, and it didn’t feel like so long ago that the dragon had been small enough to climb inside Caius’ coat. She was sure that Vordun wouldn’t mind having Caius ride him too much.
Stepping forward, Yuna did her best to help arrange the rope around Caius’ waist, before she took a few steps back to give them room. “Good luck!” She called to them as Caius gave the order to fly.
Caius must have done a lot of work with Vordun since the last time that she’d seen him, because the dragon obeyed immediately as he spread out his wings and took to the sky. For a moment, she thought that Caius had it, but then he let out a yelp as he was buffeted with wind so hard that he lost his grip. The rope at least held his weight, but as he fell to the side, it latched around one leg until he was left dangling from the saddle.
With one hand to her mouth, Yuna snatched her staff from where she’d laid it in the grass and tried to rush over, but Caius had yanked himself free and fallen to the earth with a thump before she could make it over.
“Caius! Are you okay?” She asked in concern, as she fell to her knees next to him. “Is anything broken?”
It had been a high fall, but thankfully not lethally so, and Yuna was relieved when Caius sat up and spit out a few blades of grass before yelling an insult up at Vordun who was still in the air. The dragon seemed to understand the tone behind his voice even if he didn’t know the words themselves, and he let out a series of growls as he descended towards the ground. The two continued to growl and shout at each other until it almost sounded like they were having an argument. Yuna felt a giggle bubble up in her throat, but she didn’t want to be rude, so she did her best to hold it in until it became clear that Caius was laughing too. That was when she lost it.
“I’m sorry,” she said in between laughs as she leaned on her staff for support. “Are you hurt?” The question probably sounded a little insincere when she was laughing so hard, so she put one hand over her mouth as she did her best to calm herself down. She didn’t normally lose her composure like that, but she’d never seen a man argue with a dragon before either. One more snort escaped her at the thought before she smoothed down her skirt and gave him her best professional look.
“Well, that was…a start,” she said with a slight smile. “On the bright side, we can see what needs adjusted. Maybe we should sit up you a little higher so you don’t get caught as much in the pull from his wings.” She paused for a moment to take in the unraveled rope still hanging from Vordun. “To be honest, I’m not sure if the rope was too loose since it didn’t hold you or too tight since it left you dangling from one leg,” she admitted, doing her best to stifle a slight smile. “What do you think? Anything else need changed before you try again?”
Yuna was relieved that Aera had heard about her from Caius rather than Ardyn, and she touched a hand to her chest, feeling a little warm as Aera explained what Caius had said about her. “That’s very kind of him,” she murmured with a slight smile. “I work with Caius fairly often now that I’ve joined his group. I’ll have to thank him.”
After she had introduced herself to them, Aera responded pleasantly by agreeing that their meeting must have been a blessing by the gods, but something seemed to change in Kana-Ei’s demeaner. He still smiled at her, and not a single one of his words was impolite, but his expression had tightened. Yuna wondered with a frown what she had done wrong before the answer came to her. He was a summoner as well, so of course he’d feel odd around her. Hadn’t every other summoner that she’d come across in her pilgrimage judged her for being the High Summoner’s daughter? Dona especially had scorned her for having everything handed to her due to her father’s legacy. Perhaps Kana-Ei felt the same now that he knew her identity. Sitting up a little straighter, Yuna smiled at him, determined to prove to him that she deserved the title of summoner on her own right.
“No, of course not,” She agreed with both of them with a slight laugh when they suggested that she not summon Shiva at this moment. “I wouldn’t want to summon her in front of so many people.” That felt blasphemous just for a demonstration after all, even though it was a different Shiva than she was used to. She preferred to only use summoning during emergencies.
As Kana-Ei settled in to tell the story of Spira and the Fayth, Yuna listened in rapt attention even though she’d heard the stories countless times before. It was always a little different depending on who was telling the story, so she nodded along to his words, smiling a little sadly when he asked if Lady Yunalesca was her namesake. “Yes,” she confirmed, twisting her hands together on her lap. “My father was a summoner as well. He chose to…spread hope. Wherever he could.” Kana-Ei probably knew more than enough about the stories of her father, but she said the words more for her benefit than anyone else’s. She liked to take every opportunity to remember him as her father and not as the High Summoner.
Most of the dark-haired summoner’s story was what she had expected, though a slight frown crossed her lips when he mentioned seven temples rather than the five that lay before Zanarkand. Perhaps he was including Baaj and the others that had become near impossible to traverse? “You must be quite the historian,” she said after a moment with a faint smile. “If we make it back, I hope to see the lost temples like you have.”
Kana-Ei finished his story by saying that the Shiva here seemed a little similar to theirs but that Yuna might know more. She hesitated, before nodding as she took up the reins in their information sharing session. “Yes. I’m still gathering information, and this Shiva looks nothing like the one from Spira, but I think they must be similar. I had bonds with several of the Fayth back on Spira.” Her memory was still too cloudy to remember how many or where in her pilgrimage she had stopped, but it hurt to admit that, so she continued her story instead. “But I can’t feel the rest of those bonds here. Even when my life was in danger, Shiva was the only one of my aeons I could call upon. So there must be a connection between our Shiva and Zephon’s.” She looked at Kana-Ei, deciding that there was an easy way to confirm that. She wasn’t the only summoner here anymore, after all. “Is it the same for you?”
She turned to Aera next to give her a slight smile. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be more help. It sounded like you were looking for more concrete answers from me. But I’m still learning here too.” Hopefully Aera herself would have more firm answers for her when it came to Ardyn.
The woman introduced herself as Aera, and her response to Yuna interrupting was so thoughtful that she smiled at her as she took a seat next to Kana-Ei. “Thank you. That’s very kind.” Aera had a way of speaking that rang with quiet insight. She put enough thought into her words that she sounded almost like a High Summoner or a Maester of Yevon would have, and Yuna found that she liked her immediately.
Kana-Ei had been refusing to meet her eyes up until this point, and Yuna wondered with another tinge of embarrassment if she had been too excitable when she had approached. But when he finally turned to face her, he had nothing but interest and burning questions in his eyes, which she was sure was reflected on her own expression as well as he confirmed that he was from Spira. “The Baaj Temple?” She repeated slowly to make sure that she’d heard correctly. She hadn’t been aware that people still lived there. Yuna had always been told that almost the entire city had collapsed into the sea after a particularly devastating attack from Sin. While the temple remained, it was supposed to be completely in ruins and nearly inaccessible. Yuna gave Kana-Ei a slightly puzzled look, but she didn’t want to contradict him, so she smiled faintly instead. “Really? You’ll have to tell me about it later. There’s so much history in that temple. I’ve always wished I could see it.”
Yuna had been so focused on his strange answer that it took her a moment to remember that he’d also asked her where she was from. “Originally Bevelle. But I’ve lived most of my life on the isle of Besaid.”
At this point, Aera settled forward to begin her tale, and Yuna clasped her hands in front of her and leaned back against her seat to listen. Aera was a fantastic story-teller, and Yuna nodded along to the origin story of humanity from Eos. It was interesting to hear the familiar names of the fayth but to hear them identified as gods. She would have given quite a bit to have seen Aera’s versions of Shiva, Ifrit, and Bahamut to see how they’d compare to Spira’s. Yuna had never heard of the world of Eos, but she stiffened in place when Aera self-identified herself as an Oracle. She knew that term. Ardyn had disdainfully referred to her as an Oracle after she’d tried to heal a man of the plague in front of him, but she hadn’t understood. Her heartbeat echoed a little faster in her ears as she stared at Aera, wondering if that meant that she’d know of the red-haired man and his nature. He was clearly an unsent and had the ability to spread the terrible plague that had struck Provo, but she had no idea why or what she could even do to defeat him if he could fight an aeon on equal footing. But could he and Aera be from the same place? This Eos maybe?
Yuna didn’t want to interrupt in spite of the questions burning in her chest, so she waited politely until Aera finished her tragic tale of Ifrit’s death and Shiva’s slumber. Her thoughts were racing so much that she was honestly caught off guard to hear her own name mentioned as a summoner of this world’s Shiva.
“…May I ask what man told you that?” She asked cautiously. She hadn’t been in Zephon very long, and she certainly wasn’t well-known. She’d only managed to call on Shiva twice so far—once in front of Caius and once in front of Ardyn, so she found herself desperately hoping for Aera’s sake that she’d heard it from Caius.
Kana-Ei asked his own question of Aera, but it was far more relevant to the topic at hand. He asked for specifics on why the gods spoke to her as an Oracle, which Yuna was interested in hearing the answer to even if her head was buzzing from the rest of Aera’s story. Kana-Ei made a slip of the tongue on one sentence near the end of his question that revealed him to be a summoner, and Yuna’s eyes widened slightly as she considered him closer, her smile turning more genuine. While her memories were slowly returning, she was still having trouble remembering anything past her visit to Kilika Temple, but the two of them must not have ever met during their respective pilgrimages. He’d told Aera that he didn’t know her name after all.
Still, if the two of them were able to make it back to Spira, then she’d be glad to have a friend also making the journey to Zanarkand. Even if only one of them would be able to defeat Sin in the end.
Kana-Ei offered to tell Aera about Shiva and the Fayth, and Yuna smiled at him. “Thank you, Sir Kana-Ei. I’d be happy to let you if you don’t mind.” She hesitated, glancing between the two of them before deciding to continue. “I suspect that I may be needed to talk about Zephon’s version of Shiva anyway. The three of us meeting like this feels like the blessing of Yevon.” Smiling slightly, she turned to look at Aera. “I’m Yuna. Like Kana-Ei, I’m a summoner back in Spira. And…yes,” she admitted. “I have managed to call Shiva in this world. But only twice. I haven’t yet tried when my life wasn’t in danger.”
Yuna liked what she’d seen of Rem so far, though she had to fight a bit of embarrassment when the girl looked perplexed by her bow and curtsied in return. She knew in her head that the typical Yevon prayer wasn’t used as a greeting in Zephon, but she somehow couldn’t bring herself to stop using it yet. It would feel too much like giving up on Spira.
“You fought a chocobo eater?” She asked, raising one hand to her mouth. “We have them, but they’re rare. I’m glad you two made it out okay.” Something about the mention of the monster sent a flash through her head of the smiling blond boy that she’d been slowly remembering lately. His face had looked more intense than normal as he had proclaimed that protecting the chocobos was the right thing to do.
Before Yuna could puzzle too much over the fuzzy memory, Caius had driven up and they had all set out in the car. In the backseat, Yuna gently stroked the side of Vordun’s neck as she stared out the window at the icy landscape flashing by. Feeling a little dizzy, she turned her attention forward towards Rem’s headrest as Caius explained the differences between a “car” and an airship. Chuckling, he then went on to describe how he had previously had to set up bombs whenever he slept in his car, and Yuna had to fight a small giggle as well. It wasn’t funny in the slightest of course that his life had been in danger or that he’d had to hurt people to survive. But something about Caius’ casual tone when he talked about it made it easier to discuss.
“Your world sounds like it was a hard place to live before Noctis,” she said, though she supposed that maybe that’s what a world that had never known Sin would turn out like. Hadn’t Spira once been overwhelmed with war and machina before Sin had come and Yevon had spread its teachings?
“I’ve only seen bombs used a few times,” she admitted, trying to picture a younger Caius planting them around his car. “Most forms of machina are forbidden in my world. But some people tried to use them anyway against Sin.” Not usually to any great effect, but the horrors that Sin inflicted likely didn’t make for good travel conversation. “I’m getting used to it, but it’s still odd to see this kind of tool used so openly,” Yuna said instead with a slight smile.
She glanced at Rem to see if the brunette girl had anything to add before she snuck a glance at the window again.
“Ah...By the way. How do you keep from being dizzy at the speed?” She murmured to both of them a bit sheepishly. “Does it take practice? Or do you think Esuna would help?”
Caius seemed to agree with her suggestion of getting Vordun a saddle so that the scales wouldn’t hurt his legs. He mentioned that he had a behemoth hide with him that he’d been meaning to sell, and Yuna jumped a bit when he made it suddenly appear in a flash of blue sparks. “More of your Lucian magic?” She asked, leaning forward curiously as he hauled it over to Vordun and carefully arranged the hide across his back.
“I think that should work fine in the meantime. It looks thick enough. And as long as it protects your legs.” She gave Caius a slight smile as he regaled her with the tale of how he’d killed the behemoth. “They could use magic on Spira. They can be really dangerous though. I’m impressed you killed it alone, but I should have guessed that you could. I’ve seen you fight.” Caius would be a formidable opponent. She thought that he would have made a great guardian if he had been born on Spira.
Caius pointed out that they needed something to secure the hide with so that it wouldn’t fall off with him or slip, and Yuna hesitated as she considered the possibilities. “I do have a small length of rope. I use it to secure chocobos at night when I rent them.” Yuna set her travel bag down on the ground as she started to rifle through it. “It’s definitely a temporary solution since his scales might cut through that too eventually, but it should work until we can get you a more permanent saddle.” Yuna handed over the circle of rope to Caius, deciding not to mention that she’d bought it after her encounter with Ardyn. He was an unsent, and a powerful one at that. It would be hard to beat him and even harder to contain him when he could warp in a flurry of shadows and red sparks. But with all the people in Provo that were coming down with the plague that he was spreading, Yuna was going to secure him and send him to the farplane or die trying. Sin might not have been in Zephon, but she still had her duty as a summoner.
“Other than that, I guess the only way to learn to fly with him is to try it out,” she said with a slight smile. “Ready when you are.”
Caius’ expression turned somber when Yuna described the yellow-eyed man, and he gave her an unreadable look before dropping a single name that said everything. Ardyn.
“Do not engage him again. We'll talk on the subject later."
“Ardyn…” Yuna finally had a name to go with the face that had been plaguing her at night, and she froze in place before giving Caius a serious look. “You don’t mean…your Ardyn?” It was a pointless question to ask since he had an unusual name and he was infamous in Caius’ world, but she swore that he had said the man was dead. That Noctis had defeated him. Still, the other pieces lined up. Hadn’t Caius mentioned in his stories of Ardyn that he had turned humans to monsters? He had called them something strange though. Daemons, if she was remembering right. Was that what the people in the hospital had become?
Yuna was bursting at the seams with questions, but she knew that now wasn’t the time. Today, they were focused on Bartz and rescuing the missing girl, so she swallowed them back and tried to remind herself to be patient. “Yes,” she murmured to him. “Please. Let’s talk after this.”
Caius looked a little awkward after Yuna asked if he was going to stay near Noctis before he affirmed that his duty now was to the Dragonblades. Yuna was touched by the sentiment and gave him a small smile for it, but at the same time, she couldn’t help but wonder if something had happened between him and Noctis during their meeting. Still, that was Caius’ business, and she was sure that he’d talk about it when he was ready to.
After Vordun had picked up on the trail and taken off, Bartz went barreling after him, and Yuna did her best to keep up. She had to hold her skirt with one hand and balance her staff with the other hand at a slightly awkward angle, but she was able to keep them in her sights as she ran. Unfortunately, Vordun suddenly stopped to sniff a patch of the trail, and Bartz appeared not to notice. She assumed they were going to crash, but at the last second, he leapt over the small dragon and took a nosedive straight into the grass instead.
“Are you okay?” Yuna called to him, but Bartz appeared to shake off his fall as he waved them over to a tree near where Vordun had stopped. Yuna froze at the sight of the yellow bird and the slight woman laying in the shade of the tree, and she ran forward as soon as she was able to after Bartz had calmed the chocobo.
“It’s okay. We’re not here to take you back. We're just here to help.” Yuna tried to give the girl a slight smile as she knelt next to her. “Are you hurt anywhere?” She didn’t look to be injured, but Yuna thought it best to ask anyway.
Bartz seemed to be appalled at the shape the chocobo was in, so after a moment, Yuna frowned and turned her attention to the bird. “Oh,” she said with a wince, looking over the slight indentations and torn feathers in its side. “That does look painful.” She hesitated, before deciding that they did owe Bartz after burning his cape. “Well. I’ve never tried to use cure on a chocobo before,” she murmured, before scooting over and setting about trying to heal the bird. "See? No harm done..." She gave Bartz a pointed look, hoping that he'd focus on the girl instead now.
