Carpet glided along at a sedate pace, listening to his master and his female companion's talking. He could detect some sort of magical presence not far off, but he wasn't sure if it was this Mist that the woman--Fran--seemed to speak of sensing. Could one really sense mist? As far as he knew, mist was just moisture hanging in the air.... And what was this Nethicite? He'd never heard of the word before. Was it some kind of mist he had yet to encounter? He'd had yet to encounter a lot of things, after all....

Whatever it was, Master Balthier didn't sound very happy about it. He sounded confused, in fact, and maybe starting to be downright upset. He was wondering about his choices..... He sounded as if he at once didn't want and did want to do both. Well, that probably meant he was conflicted, which..... well, which wasn't good for a construct that took orders, even unspoken ones. So he did the best he could, and decided to follow through on the option he could help with; they could always direct him away if it was the wrong choice, right? Carpet quickened his pace a little, sailing forward and homing in on the magic he could sense until he could feel that they were right in the same area with it.

They couldn't get much closer without actually initiating a conversation or confrontation, so Carpet took to circling overhead once he had reached Dr. Cid, observing the man--chatty, wasn't he? Who was he talking to?--as he waited for further orders.