"H-- Hey, I -- " it was too late. It was a classic example of open mouth, insert foot. Where Jecht thought the mood was finally lightening a little, Yuna had just seen it as ridicule. As she continued on, he lifted an arm to scratch the back of his neck awkwardly as he looked over to Auron -- desperately seeking an ounce of help he knew very well he wouldn't get from the monk.

The blitzer heaved a sigh, and continued behind the gunner, knowing that he would have to figure out some way to make it up to her...