"Alright, we'll head to Cid's," Kronk agreed, putting his journal away again. "If you're going to carry him, that's fine. Or we could just walk slowly, and help him along. Or I could carry him... It's no problem..."

The muscular man shrugged and bent down to give Carbuncle a pat on the shoulder, "What would you prefer, little guy? Want to walk or be carried?"