( That so little is the most they can ask for — it would be shameful, perhaps, if it did not mean so much. Especially when it came to Cid. Though no manner of relief and joy to see him can counter Jill’s instinctual response to his wit. )

Mm, yes. That must have been their first thoughts upon setting eyes on you. ( Jill teases, though her eyes go to his hand, his midriff. Ah. So it has happened for him, then — her brows knit together in concern, eyes flicking back up to his. ) Not at all. Only long enough to find a few familiar faces.

( Just one, in fact. )

You have seen Clive, have you not?