Rikku had lagged behind next to one of the makeshift graves. The younger girl had not offered the same gestures of prayer as their leader when the group paused before them. Her head bowed, as much an act of respect as it was to hide the whispers she returned to the two.

"Yuna...don't let her reach Zanarkand. Delay us, make us turn back for some reason. Anything."

Her cousin's footsteps crunched lightly in the snow up ahead. Slow progress, that always felt far too fast. "Summoners, they're sacrifices. She'll die! Please. Help me save her."