Ib sighs, all set to to be left behind but he surprises her. Her expression brightens right back up when he nods her forward. Despite everyone thinking this will be a problem, she's sure that the sword seller will help once they explain everything. She hurries after Sephiroth with a spring in her step.

"Don't worry, Sephiroth! I just know he'll help us."

She may be naive, but at least she's approaching this with optimism.