He was happy to have safely reached Fum. If truth be told, he was weary from the unexpected turmoil with the chocobos. His face stung from the scratches, yet he would suffer in silence as he did not require charity. Instead, his attention lay to his companion, "I trust that you are uninjured? We shall rest and take our meal before departing again for Lindblum."

He looked up as they passed fields of cows. He had heard of the cow racing, but had never dared to lay eyes upon the spectacle. He was surprised at her response to his rough grab of her. The last time he has ridden with a companion, he had knocked her out before carrying her away against her will.