“Unfortunately,” he replies with a bit of finality. Vander hit it right on the head. Sure, there were possibilities that Cid hadn’t even thought to explore just yet. For such a brilliant man, he tended to work in the world external.

Cid takes the case of beer and pulls the flap open a little wider, glass clinking as he juggles it. “I might surprise you, but we shouldn’t start falling down until we’ve got bedding and a hearth.”

“Well excuse me, but I keep the sex dungeon appropriately underground. Can’t have your screams waking up everyone on the islands. The workshop’s got windows and an ocean view. …But I haven’t brought anyone back there just yet. I’ve still been settling in properly.”

So apparently he was special.