[As Joshua speaks, Jill sinks her fingers into the bird's soft feathers, stroking at the downy fluff beneath them, careful not to ruffle any of it too much. She's rode astride many a chocobo over the past five years, but it's been nearly two decades since she's simply enjoyed the company of one. Especially one so young. There's no way she can resist indulging just a bit.]

May he grow every bit as strong as his namesake, then.

[Tall and sturdy. Firm. Determined. Steady. Everything a proper steed should be.

The story doesn't fill her with the same nostalgia as it does Joshua – Rosaria was never home for her like it was for him – but she understands its spirit, at least, and so she adds:]

I miss those years, too. They taught me that we can make it through anything, so long as we have each other.