[ Marianne stays back while Caitlyn feeds the chocobo, not wanting to overwhelm the injured bird with the presence of too many strangers. She's glad to see it still has a healthy appetite, though she wonders if that's only because it couldn't forage for itself. She quietly observes the animal, the clearing, looking for signs of the chocobo's friends or danger. ]
It seems like it won't be able to run for a while.
[ She knows how they rely on their legs. She's seen them race. If whatever injured it came back...a worried look crosses her expression. She can't help her thoughts turning pessimistic. ]
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It seems like it won't be able to run for a while.
[ She knows how they rely on their legs. She's seen them race. If whatever injured it came back...a worried look crosses her expression. She can't help her thoughts turning pessimistic. ]
It'll be vulnerable if it stays here.