[He's pleasantly surprised when she does, in fact, let him coax her along with him, but he's hardly going to look a gift chocobo in the beak. It's simple enough to get them turned towards each other, to move his hands into respectful position — familiar, but without taking liberties, his intentions uncomplicated and clearly telegraphed.]
Delivering me to the First? Whatever did I do to deserve such a boon?
[It's news to him, of a sort, but hardly the unwelcome variety.]
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Delivering me to the First? Whatever did I do to deserve such a boon?
[It's news to him, of a sort, but hardly the unwelcome variety.]