[ They react the abundance of hospitality like all of the Bearers Cid has ever seen to; wide-eyed and uncertain, willing to take only the bare minimum. Cid does his best to coax them; he takes a knee before the girl to press a warm bowl of soup into her grubby hands. I've got a daughter about your age, believe it or not. She's hungry all the time. Can't imagine you don't feel the same. He looks up at the older man — Marco, he'd said his name was. I can't promise anything, but I'll see what else we can do for you.

He surrenders them to those who are eager to help after that, pushing to his feet with huff.

He must be a little lost in thought, because that clap on the shoulder causes him to turn, eyebrows arched. He doesn't mind exactly — he's done the same plenty of times — but it's been a good long time since anyone had the gall to return the favor. ]

I'm not the one who spent the trip here swallowing dirt. [ He taps the Summoned's chest with the back of his hand. ] Think you'll make it through a few drinks, or are you already full up?