[There's a look of quite longing that shows up plain as day on Rialynn's face at the possibility of swapping stories. She'd like nothing better, but if what Plena says is true, there's probably little chance of that.]

I can be patient. But...I also don't like to pry, so I guess we'll see what he has to say about it.

[She smiles and pats the Moogle's tiny shoulder.]

I've got a handkerchief, we can use that. Be right back.

[She's already up, so she might as well. The Moogles work too hard as it stands. After a very short trip to find the washroom (these four-person houses are so much bigger than the ones she's lived in!), she returns to carefully lay the damp cloth on the young man's head. At the very least, she needs to apologize for her Moogle's kindness.]