[ There is something strikingly similar about his temperament that Euphemia can’t put her fingers on. He didn’t seem too put off by her obvious teasing, yet she reminds herself that its best to not be too familiar with strange newcomers and try to show some courtesy. To correct the issue of teasing, it was now time to smooth over any lingering thought that she meant it in poor form. ]

Cloud is a unique name that will always make me think of the sky. Not a bad thought to have.

[ With that, she leads them off. Back to the facility where he was to be greeted by doctors and white mages in a crisp white room and the whole nine yards. For now, she hopes that her company will help him process this better. Plus, she’s happy to talk about it just to put his mind at ease. ]

They want to make sure that no one is ill, suffering, or in need of medical attention. There are some who arrived shortly after disasters in their home, so it's a standard process, I think. Or at least from what I remember reading. When I arrived, the nurses were all very friendly. They weren’t terribly intrusive, either, and I wasn't there for long at all.

[ But she also recalls a few things the White Mages noted that she wondered about. Discussions of injuries. Reviewing her body. The recalled memory makes her pause mentally and frown. What was that about anyway...? Best to not think about it, she thinks. All worries dissipate when she looks over to Cloud again. ]

What is your world like, if you don’t mind me asking?