Ignis observed Szayel gutting the creature impassively. He hadn't worked with an entire fresh kill before, but it seemed ridiculous to be squeamish about gore if one was intent on eating meat. Still, he wasn't about to hold Aerith's more delicate sensibilities against her either. Some people just weren't natural hunters.

He turned towards Ienzo when the garula's body was raised up to a more comfortable working level. "Much obliged," he said.

"Szayel, if you could remove the head," he instructed, "I'll finish the cleaning." They'd want to get the guts out completely. That meant he'd have to reach inside.

He kept one dagger in hand while he began to shrug his jacket off.