[Barnabas keeps his eye on the strange coyote as he takes his own towel, distrusting the creature, though he's not sure if that's just how coyotes are. He doesn't have the memory to tell him otherwise, really.
Cid's question pulls him from his thoughts, and he looks to him with an expressionless look. The sweat that dampens his brow and sticks his bangs to his forehead kind of answer the question for him, really.]
Can we trust this place?
[He doesn't sound scared, because he isn't. This is just a reasonable question after everything. To just be naked and vulnerable seems like a poor idea.]
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Cid's question pulls him from his thoughts, and he looks to him with an expressionless look. The sweat that dampens his brow and sticks his bangs to his forehead kind of answer the question for him, really.]
Can we trust this place?
[He doesn't sound scared, because he isn't. This is just a reasonable question after everything. To just be naked and vulnerable seems like a poor idea.]