Captain Jacke Swallow

Jacke tilts his head to one side, looking a little confused.

"But ye look fine, cove? Handsome even?"

"Oh aye? I'm all ears!"

He senses the vibes might be off, but he doesn't really have the time to address it. But now it's going to eat at him the whole mission. Auuuuuugh.

He'll suck it up.

"Thanks, dove!"

"Aye, I'll do that! Or. Someone will I forget." He snickers slightly.

Ye gods, sometimes his job was.... /ooph/.

He stretches upon their return, thanking her for the quick break even if, well, he couldn't stay longer.

"Aye, I suppose." He nods holding out his hand begrudgingly.

"Aye, I'll think about it!" He already looks drained just thinking about the upcoming mission.

"An' how often does that change on the gil?" He chuckles.

"It be fine, dove. I be plenty used to doin' things without help o'a Warrior o'Light."

"Well, don't forget you're in the middle o'world savin' shite an' if I took ye on this mission ye'd have to keep yer linkpearl off for a couple o'weeks at best." He shrugged.

"I wish." He sighs, shaking his head.

"Alas this one'll be takin' me a while to complete." He looks a tad disgruntled.

"No no! I ain't bored, I like learnin' stuff! I just gotta get me dew beaters back to Limsa, see..."

He doesn't stop her; he lets her gab on.

Oh, no, wait. He has to stop her now because he actually needs to get back to Limsa.

He's particularly curious about that meteorite; it reminds him of the corrupted aether that went everywhere during the calamity.

...Oh that was morbid, wasn't it?

He's taking it all in, nodding along and not interrupting her as she regals him with information about the local.... spooky birds.

He feels a little relieved when she loosens her grip, and had already started to pull away when she did to show him the...

...Whatever the seven hells those things were.

".......Ehwaht."

He starts having an existential crisis again when she doesn't let go. Should he let go? What should he do. He didn't want to be rude or hurt her feelings.

He channels all that confused energy into being impressed with the scenery.

He quirks an eyebrow.

"Oh, aye? Alright... I got time for one more place, methinks..." he held out his hand.

".......Aye. That sort o'adventure I'll leave to ye, dove." He whistles.

He's a little gobsmacked. he was accustomed to the giant volcano on the island, but the prodigious mountain easily towered over it by malms.

He doesn't say much of anything, he just keeps staring.

"Aye!" He follows eagerly, but not /too/ eagerly. He doesn't want to look like he's puppy dogging after her.

He wastes little time getting dressed and changed himself. He doesn't have a lot of time to spare and don't want to spend it daydreaming. Too much.

Thought machine go brrrrrr.

"....Aye. Don't feel like walkin' round naked be a good idea." He snorted, moving to carefully exit the hotspring.

Oh gods she's blushing.

"Aye, a walk sounds like a bear idea..." he mumbles.

"Oh, alright? I uh well, I don't...know what there would be to see or....do? Er..." His cheeks get a little pink.

It's totally just the heat.

"Er, I dunno....why... do ye... wanna do somethin' else?"

He raises an eyebrow, glancing over at her as he tries to figure out what she meant by that.

"Ayup...sure is." Oh gods. He almost wished some monster would attack so they could deal with that and get rid of the awkwardness.

"Aye?"

Awkward.

"....Uh...what about ye?"

Yes. Not awkward at all!

He'll never ask either. Maybe.

The silence feels very daunting to him, however. But he doesn't want to be the first to break it.

He leans back as well. If he's having any sort of existential crisis, his face is hiding it well.

He probably is, though.

"I be full o'somethin' alright. That be tacos." He snorts.