Cloud’s eyes slowly moved from the great below to the girl who was beside him. Her words may have formed to inquire but her tone seemed evident of resolving the answer on her own. Yes, he was new. The obviousness of himself may have given that much away, which he was certain of. He didn’t think he was as closed off Tifa sometimes made it sound.

He was obvious, anyway, was the point here. He exhaled through flared nostrils and his eyes closed with a knit to his brow. “I’m still waiting to wake up.” He opened his eyes and focused on the girl again.

Cloud’s partner moogle was nearby, idly watching the two of them before she looked out the window herself. There was a flutter of her wings which brought the moogle higher as she watched out the window. Perhaps something sparked interest in her.