[ Admittedly, Y'shtola's presence and the manner in which she carries herself often makes it difficult to remember her disability, even for people who know about it; Cloud can't really be blamed for assuming otherwise. Force of personality is a hell of a thing.
He should absolutely be wary about putting hands on her, however. That staff? Not just for show. When the magic stick comes out, fireballs often follow.

And she rarely misses. ]

That name, I have heard. [ She's apparently decided Cloud isn't a threat considering she's still sedately scrolling through the news feed on her device, blissfully unaware of him stealthily reaching out for that feather. ] Pity a simple solution is never an option.

[ Frankly after the kind of bizarre field trip the Scion bandwagon has been through, a relaxing time feeding chocobos or patting some other cute, innocuous animal would practically be a vacation.

Cloud will have to be cautious the closer he gets to snatching his prize. Whether aware of his presence or not, the sense of unease that comes with her fancy new "hat" is making her antsy, those catlike ears swivelling this way and that as if to try and pinpoint the source of the noise she keeps imagining. ]

A connection to this "Majestas" does not explain the sudden urgency in destroying feathers, however.