Ramza sighed, and slowly pushed himself up out of the sand. He dusted the worst of the grains off of his backside and pants legs, although he was still certain he looked like a vagabond.
Yuffie was so young. Younger than his sister, Alma, about the age he had been when he had been sent away to Akademy. Ramza had been fortunate to have a then-loyal friend at his side, but if he had not, would he have asked any of the strangers he met there for help? He could not say for certain. It could not be easy, being one one's own so young.
"I am sure there are many. The people of your world that were brought here, or your roommate, perhaps?" Ramza suggested. He sighed again. He had never been skillful with words, but he had the feeling, if he wanted her to believe him, he would need say it aloud. "And if none of them can render their service to you, there is myself. I am your friend, am I not?"
Balicea On the Beach [Open]
Yuffie was so young. Younger than his sister, Alma, about the age he had been when he had been sent away to Akademy. Ramza had been fortunate to have a then-loyal friend at his side, but if he had not, would he have asked any of the strangers he met there for help? He could not say for certain. It could not be easy, being one one's own so young.
"I am sure there are many. The people of your world that were brought here, or your roommate, perhaps?" Ramza suggested. He sighed again. He had never been skillful with words, but he had the feeling, if he wanted her to believe him, he would need say it aloud. "And if none of them can render their service to you, there is myself. I am your friend, am I not?"