[ alina's eyes grow big as saucers when the craft comes into view. it's like nothing she's seen. the size of a wagon, but sleek and steel. a weapon and a horse and a ship. she rests her hand on what she thinks is the front (it's the back) and inspects it with equal measures fear and excitement etched into her hesitation. ]

Is it tethered to you somehow? [ she walks a little steadier now that the pain is duller, but she's still careful. she doesn't think the injuries are healed. just quieted. ] Does everyone have one of these in Ivalice? Is it like a ship? Does it have a name?

[ she looks just like one of the children like this. young enough to be speechless, but old enough to see in it a potential weapon or potential escape. for a flicker of a moment, she thinks of stealing it and disappearing out of the basecamp, alone. but he's already warned her the futility of that — it won't answer anyone else. ]