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“Are you alright, kitten?”
Ignia jumped, her tail standing up straight, turning to Thancred who had snuck up behind her, “T-Thancred! I’m fine!”
“Something bothering you about the refugees…?”
Of course, he had picked up on what she had been staring at. The group had split up to investigate all the disappearances in Camp Drybone, to cover more ground but Ignia had gotten distracted by the sight of all the refugees…just like in Ul’dah, “Just…didn’t realize how many there were.”
“There have always been a lot of refugees because of Ala Mhigo but the Calamity was what really caused the spike in recent years.”
“Right…” Little Ala Mhigo already wasn’t the best off, the Calamity had hurt them but not as much as the resistance’s constant losses over the years had hurt the little camp-town more. Though, seeing refugees in every corner of Thanalan really hit her with how bad the situation was getting in this region of Eorzea.
“Gil for your thoughts, pretty kitten?”
That’s when Ignia squeaked, realizing what Thancred was calling her, “Huh? W-what did you just call me?”
The flirt, at least by Yda’s warnings, grinned at her, “Kitten? I think it’s rather fitting for you. Small, adorable, curious about everything…sounds about right to me?”
The Miqo’te flushed and her ears twitched a bit, recalling Yda’s advice to give Thancred a good whack to the shoulder if he made her uncomfortable…but it’s not like she didn’t like the nickname. She was just caught off guard, the most people did was ‘Igni’ when it came to nicknames.
“…I guess?” She was unsure but also a pout came to her lips, “I’m not that small…am I?”
Oh, who was she kidding, asking that. She grew up around mostly Highlander Hyur, for Twelve’s sake.
Thancred patted her head, seeming to try and offer some comfort as Ignia sighed to herself, ears flattening and tail drooping, “I think we both know the answer to that one, kitten.”