On some level, Dagger knew that Vivi was in Lindblum, though she hadn't seen him. She had to remind herself that, while Vivi was a child, that normal concepts of children didn't always apply to the little black mage. Most of his kin lived no more than a few years, with the exception of his own children. So, she tried not to let it bother her that Vivi was off somewhere on his own, because he was completely capable of handling himself. At least, if he ran into a monster, he could blast it with fire. People were another thing all together.

And then, as they rounded the corner, there he was, face-down on the cobblestone.

"Vivi? Are you okay?" They either had very goo timing, or very bad timing, to see him in this all-too-common but likely still-embarrassing situation. Quietly, Dagger advanced, and squatted down in front of him.