Being at the Hideaway was relaxing in most cases.

The quiet crashing of the lakewater surrounding the large structure, the hubbub of those seeking refuge within its walls, among many other things.

But... an uncommon sight was a fluffy chocobo chick held affectionately in your arms.

Joshua notices the sight and raises an eyebrow, looking down at the small bird.

"Perhaps you have been feeding him one too many gyshal greens — he's appeared to have gained some weight," he mused lightly.