You and the rest of the Crusaders board a small plane, along with a sick baby who was in a basket and cozied up in a blanket as he sleeps. The baby’s basket is currently in your lap while you’re sitting in between Kakyion and a sleeping Polnareff.

“When will the little guy wake?”

You question softly to yourself, keeping a close eye on the baby. Kakyion shrugs and decides to also take a nap of his own.