[If Guinaifen was fourth wall savvy, self-aware enough to know that they're video game characters and Ruca the protagonist of his own story, the leading man in the battle for his universe's future...well, once she got over the existential crisis of being a fictional character, Guinaifen would be concerned. She'd be concerned for Ruca, the shit he'd gone through, and the shit he would go through. She'd be very deeply concerned. Because he seems like the sort of guy who would be far happier being a Harvest Moon/Story of Seasons character than a JRPG protagonist.

But she doesn't know any of that. Guinaifen is deeply, blissfully unaware that Ruca should've been working in a library or maybe tending a flower shop, selling seeds to farmers and otherwise living his life in peace. All she knows is that- she feels concern. Vague concern?]

Hey, relax! Worst case, I just need to get some more balls and you can help me pick out some nice, flashy ones.

[-and also-]

Now I think about it, you kinda remind me of a friend of mine...? [His butt's not on fire and he doesn't have ears, but there's a similar vibe.] Maybe that's why we get along so well.

[But first things first. She picks up a stick. Waggles it at the dog. The dog says, "Bark! Bark bark BARK!"]

Fetch! [The stick is thrown! It goes pretty far, but not too far, and before she can tell Ruca to run while the going's good-

The dog comes back with the stick.]