L'cie? Fal'cie? Cocoon? None of this made any sense, but then again, this whole place seemed odd too. For example, if she had truly fell from the height the Floating Peninsula was and landed on solid ground, she would need a hasty burial, not heal spells. She wasn't sure what the fal'Cie are, or what they do, but from what it sounded like they were... espers, perhaps? "Are you a l'Cie, then?" she asked, curious if that's where she got her magic.

Celes looked down on her legs, already well aware that they were not yet strong enough to support her weight. But if this... Lightning... were to reveal herself to be "cursed," then perhaps she could be granted a little trust.

She shook her head, "not on my own... but... perhaps with assistance..."