[ Balthier hears Nina's question, but he's entirely distracted as his egg comes into view. All other thought leaves his mind as he approaches it, it's call getting stronger and stronger.
The goo has all dried, bits of shell scattered about, one side more damaged than the other. He is hesitant to touch it, but something glints inside. He squints but can't make it out -- still, whatever it is certainly isn't egg. He carefully steps inside, glad the goo is not re-adhering to his boots, and leans down, pushing chalky dried egg membrane away. His fingers hit the familiar ridges of his favorite pistol. ]
Nina, there's something in here. [ he calls after her but frankly did not notice her drifting to her own egg, and does not bother to check if she hears him. He slides the pistol into its holster -- he'll have to clean it more carefully later -- and begins on another lump that he suspects is not egg goo. ]
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The goo has all dried, bits of shell scattered about, one side more damaged than the other. He is hesitant to touch it, but something glints inside. He squints but can't make it out -- still, whatever it is certainly isn't egg. He carefully steps inside, glad the goo is not re-adhering to his boots, and leans down, pushing chalky dried egg membrane away. His fingers hit the familiar ridges of his favorite pistol. ]
Nina, there's something in here. [ he calls after her but frankly did not notice her drifting to her own egg, and does not bother to check if she hears him. He slides the pistol into its holster -- he'll have to clean it more carefully later -- and begins on another lump that he suspects is not egg goo. ]