She hadn't known his name during the fight and it was Tempest who discovered that her unknown protector was the man who was currently trapped within the hospital. She didn't come right away. What could she even say to the warrior? They didn't know each other but he had helped her. Tempest insisted that Terra do something for the wounded hero.

It felt like she had so many people that she needed to thank in some way but her skills with cooking were subpar and Tempest seemed to think that was the answer to everything. In truth, all she knew was fighting.

Instead, against Tempest's wishes to learn to cook, she went to the library to find a book. She saw her roommate reading often and she has enjoyed the books she had found hidden within the fiction section of the library. She selected her favorite book and then headed to the hospital.

Tempest flew behind her wondering if Terra would be able to make a new friend or not. The little moogle had a tendency to worry and her hero wasn't the most talkative sort.

Terra held the book tight to her chest as she walked through the hospital. She hated places like this and the surgical smell made her shiver. She stepped through the door to his room her voice ringing out in a gentle tone while her moogle flew silently beside her. "Hello?"