[Hope took the help up easily, spitting out the sand as best he could before proceeding to brush himself off.]

Thanks, don’t worry about it. I’m sure he didn’t mean anything bad by it.

[His moogle, however, tried to berate the bird anyway, waving a paw at him.]

You need to be more careful, kupo! And— h-hey! Hope! Kupo!

Take it easy, little guy. It’s fine.

[He laughed at his moogles antics, his hands around the little pudgy tummy as he pulled him back before a potential fight started.]

We’re fine, sir.