He tucks the kerchief into his jacket, making a mental note to return it. He sighs and pats his thigh as he resumes the battery of questions. He asked her name first, and she hadn’t answered! Oh well. Girls.

“Cid. I’m Cid, and you still haven’t told me your name, for all this excitement.”

He finds it in himself to chuckle, easing his posture. “Come now. I promise, it looks worse than it is. Let’s just sit and chat, eh? No need to get all worked up over it. You’re an interesting one yourself, aren’t you? Conjuring things out of the darkness without batting an eye…”