Cid grinned, having his point proven by the younger man's sneeze.

"Sit tight, kiddo. I'll get you some blankets and tea. Earl Grey better be okay, 'cuz that's what you're gettin'."

Cid could've sworn this was a shop and not an orphanage when he'd opened it... but he couldn't say he minded the extra company too much.

"What about you, spike?" he asked Miles's dark-haired friend.