"Well, if we go on ground, perhaps a week," Felih hums, "We could fly, but I'd rather not just spring my coeurl mount on my retainer again. He was already upset with me the last time I left Astra in his care... Ah, well, he gets paid plenty enough to handle it."

He looked outside the tent to where the coeurl in question is sprawled out lazily in the sun, by the chocobo who is seated nearby.