Once we get them cleared out, we can all rest easy.

[Although she's sure the world wouldn't mind if he took a rest for a bit. He's deserved it ten times over, and they've at least managed to clear out plenty already.

He stretches out his neck from beneath the towel as Tifa dries him up, and escapes from her to tippy tap along the counter for the gysahl green, jumping and flapping his wings at it while he tries to shake off the water residue she didn't get.]

Well, little guy... Zidane's going to help you find your mom, okay? ... You gonna be alright finding it on your own?