"Sheena? Sheena!" Albel called, pushing his way through the crowd of confused heroes and moogles alike. Mogdelina rode piggy-back on his shoulders, holding his twin tails like a horse's reins. He was just worried enough about finding Sheena to ignore it.

"Sheena!" His relief at finding her was obvious in his body language, but short lived as new concern immediately set in. "Are you injured?"