"Chocobo. Large bird, mostly used for off-road travel or racing back home when trained." Something he knew a bit about, having been fascinated by the sport growing up. "Their feathers are usually some shade of yellow. Others used to be more common back home, but their populations have been dwindling the last few decades."

Like that poor black chocobo chick... It's a weird thing to worry about, given their current unknown situation, yet here he was. A king, worried about a little girl chickling they'd saved as an egg. Wondering just how she and her surrogate parent were doing, along with everyone else on Eos.

"Thanks." He says at last, staring up at the ceiling. Things would be better if he could just... talk to Umbra. Ruffle that pup's fur for a second. Feel some sort of tie to his Star. Have some sort of reassurance that they were fine... Would be fine no matter how long they were stranded here, wherever that or their destination may be.

Yet the gods remain silent, his eyes a midnight blue.