Firion had never heard so many curse words in one sitting before in all of his life. And he had been on a ship with pirates. Cid put them all to shame. He hid a smile a he pulled off his cloak. He didn't bring his weapons with him, at least not all of them, and he was eager to keep everything together.

He felt odd without the comforting wait of his lance or bow on his back. But walking around a home like this with weapons was not something he would do. He returned the smile to Cloud and sat in a nearby chair, keeping his cloak bundles under his arm.