His body was settling, thank goodness. It still didn't make him feel much better, mentally. But... these people helped him, and he couldn't help but feel grateful. They helped him sort through the darkness and find himself back in the light. He wasn't sure he'd be talking about it any time soon though. And that was saying something, 'cause damn he could talk sometimes...

He swallowed, throat dry, and didn't quite meet the eyes of the moogle. "I 'spose so..." The moogle did look different than the sorts he was use to, but a moogle was a moogle, and the familiarity of it was... nice. His gaze shifted between the two and after a moment, he added, "...Thank you. Both of you. I..." his voice trailed off and he glanced away, not sure of what to say.