[This took a sadder turn than she expected, and memories of what they had seen in the wreckage of his old home flashes through her mind. It had not been a pretty sight...]

... I doubt they will want to go far.

[Her hand presses to his cheek.]

You have made him into a right and proper helper. I do not think I have seen him look so happy as when he is helping you.

... And who will play with the moogles in their stead?