[ If this was how they were going to go about addressing the ridiculous numbers, then Tear was happy to comply for as long as she could, stifling a smirk of her own out of some respect for the moogles. ]

I'd like to think that I haven't, they're all cute creatures. [ But even as she joked about it, a thought did quickly cross her mind—it involved the two different moogles who had accompanied that person, who took it upon themselves to look after him when she couldn't. Surely they wouldn't have...?

Shaking her head to do away with the faint crease in her eyebrows the memory had caused, her face took on the same thoughtful expression once again, carefully considering his words and the possibility of what they could mean.

To be more accurate, what she might be hoping they did, though she didn't dare say anything yet. ]

That's good to hear. [ Affirming her answer with a small nod, the girl looked down from his face to their hands linked together, cherishing the warmth they provided her in more ways than one. ]

Knowing who it is that most makes you feel that way, not everyone is able to figure that out for themselves.