[There's a moment of silence where Cid doesn't seem to respond, but then there's a lift of his lips as he turns towards her with a gaze that doesn't feel warm but not cold, either.]
A passing soul, perhaps?
[And then he leans a little closer, more of that familiar concern in his eyes.]
>>> and now things are weird
A passing soul, perhaps?
[And then he leans a little closer, more of that familiar concern in his eyes.]
You all right?