The chocobo peers up at Ameena, warbling cheerfully before nuzzling her hand and.... ducking back down to tug Fayt up by his shirt.

Obviously, he was in agreement with them both, in his own way. Nevermind that the bird was practically strangling Fayt to pull him up, but he looks pleased with himself at least.

"Huh...? Ah... I do?" Grass in his hair and coughing a little, Fayt looks rather manhandled once he finds his feet, the bird proceeding to preen his hair in a friendly gesture as he takes short breathes. Was it listening to Ameena?