[Oh dear. He hadn't even noticed the tiny(?!) bird barreling its way toward them until it was nearly too late—or it would have been, were it not for this (Miqo'te? Mystel?) gentleman.]

It's quite alright. [Thancred says, shaking his head.] There's nothing to worry about. This one's tougher than he looks.

[He was just... weirdly affectionate, for some reason. But he could defend himself, if need be. Thancred kind of hates that he can say any of that, but such was his fate when he arrived in this strange world, he supposes. On the other hand...]

Also, pray forgive my rudeness, but is your chocobo... alright?

[Why... is it so small...]