"Don't let the little glutton fool you." Mikka teased, rubbing Zaika's ears to soothe any sting to the comment, unsurprised when he was snubbed for Gustavain's petting instead. "She's no starving waif."

The Miqo'te settled back with a smile at the idea of it, of the Elezen fresh-faced and singing for his supper just like he had here, in taverns elsewhere. It was a charming thought, really.

"Because... I can." He glanced down at his hands, contemplative. "People are suffering, and I've some ability to help... why shouldn't I?"