[Her eyes linger on the crystal on their fins, but the whales get the hint when another rumble tears through the dungeons, and some shouts can be heard outside, and they head to the now torn-open gate and swim through it as fast as they can.
Benedikta stares at Cid's shoulder, her lips pressing into a firm line, the question there on the tip of her tongue and in the hardness of her gaze, but as much as she wishes to ask what happened, they cannot stick around for long. She grabs his hand instead.]
Come. Do you know where they have stored your things?
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Benedikta stares at Cid's shoulder, her lips pressing into a firm line, the question there on the tip of her tongue and in the hardness of her gaze, but as much as she wishes to ask what happened, they cannot stick around for long. She grabs his hand instead.]
Come. Do you know where they have stored your things?