[A wary nod as he wraps the dagger again and places it back in his bag.]

There are bound to be researchers looking into this, assuming they can get past the horse. Better let them deal with figuring out the mystery than us.

But first... Come here, you.

[He reaches out to pluck Ixion from Benedikta's hands. There's a small whinny of protest before it pouts at Cid. It seems reluctant to disappear, but after giving one last longing look at Benedikta, it poofs with a flash.]

Going to drain the aether out of me that one...