Desmond stuck the vile into his gauntlet after eyeing it for a moment. 'Might be useful, we don't have a heal-' he didn't finish the thought as he noticed a faint white light coming from the fingertips of the female Miqo'te as she petted her bird. 'Twelve, she's more than she appears.'
He crouched beside her as she finished taking care of some small wound on the chocobo's face. "You can heal," he said softly, more a statement than a question. She turned her face to him after caressing the bird. She nodded once.
'Well, that changes things somewhat,' Desmond weighed the ethics of risking someone's life who hadn't contracted with the Grand Company. Besides, she was exhausted and they had to attack the camp very soon.Â
Just then he noticed that S'demyx had picked up on someone coming. His greataxe giving off a whirring noise as he hoisted it onto his shoulder. It looked like the female had no choice, she was involved already.
He crouched beside her as she finished taking care of some small wound on the chocobo's face. "You can heal," he said softly, more a statement than a question. She turned her face to him after caressing the bird. She nodded once.
'Well, that changes things somewhat,' Desmond weighed the ethics of risking someone's life who hadn't contracted with the Grand Company. Besides, she was exhausted and they had to attack the camp very soon.Â
Just then he noticed that S'demyx had picked up on someone coming. His greataxe giving off a whirring noise as he hoisted it onto his shoulder. It looked like the female had no choice, she was involved already.
