[ Look who the chocobo dragged in. Despite everything that has happened so far in this new place, this is one of the rare moments where Zenos pauses, allowing his eyebrows to raise just a little. Of all the people it chose this one. Sometimes Zenos simply doesn't have the luxury of feigning ignorance; they would both know how much of a lie it would be.

Still, it doesn't mean there will be any jubilation at knowing there is family in this world. Solus zos Galvus is old news in a way, just a relic of a time that has long since passed. Zenos has an understanding of things but not the extent of the ascian's meddling. Not quite.]

Well, well. What do we have here? [ The slow smile that crosses Zenos's face doesn't even reach his eyes. There's only a slight interest and nothing more.] You seem familiar with their ways here. Been here long, have you?

[ Right. Feathers.] They are quick to talk about the feathers yet seem content to let others do the work for them.