Castor is half-listening to the others, but pays attention to Uendo's translation. She looks between the woman and the statue of the Phoenix, chewing her lip as her thoughts turned over and over.

"What if it's both?" she offers after a moment's deliberation. "Back in Eorzea... The closest thing we've got te Eidolons back 'ome are called Primals. They're called te being with prayer and aether, and all've 'em are, or were, figures of importance or worship te whoever was doin' the summoning.

"What if that's what happened te the heroes? What if they're eidolons now? Even that ain't unheard've back home. I know...knew...two lasses, personally, who turned into primals before my eyes."

Three really, but she'd take Louisoix's secret with her to her grave, if she could. She owed the old man that much.