"You need to realize I would have never taken her away if that hadn't been the case." A sad sigh left his lips at this sad, but essential declaration. "The young ones must not be separated from their mothers."

The unspoken assumption was that the little chick's parent had been killed, leaving her to fend for her own in the wilderness, a challenge that would have undoubtedly cost the poor chocobo her life.

All this time equaled a period of merely few days, but if it was advice that the girl needed, he could perhaps come up with some pointers. "Well, keep it short and easy to pronounce. Some—" the boy scratched his cheek, thinking of how to put it, "choose the names that follow a certain rhythm, even if they might look a bit silly. Like..." and once again he paused, this time for a longer moment as he brought himself to recall that name. Even if he no longer had anything else to go by but a few lines hid inside his file, he felt like he would have held onto that memory, if only he had been able to.

"... Chichiri." And then, there was the other name that he couldn't locate the source of, but it seemed useful in the way it matched the pattern. "Or Pokopoko." The cadet smiled to himself, unsure as to what the melodist would think about this rather unconventional method.

"Alternatively, you might do what I did with Suzaku, and... simply think of home. The answer might come to you sooner than you realize."