Spira

Saix looked over from where he was lightening the chocobos' burdens and loosening saddles and reins, to much ruffling of feathers and happy warking from the birds, to throw Lea a glance that would have nailed a lesser person to the rocks behind him. He sighed, with a faint rumble of disapproval, and finished his task. He left Aerith the task of feeding the birds, but the weight would be too much for her to attend the task of making the birds comfortable for the night, so as much as Saix preferred not to fuss with the chocobos, someone had to do it. They needed their rest as much as the traveling party did.

"I have no preference," he said, in answer to Fang's question. It wasn't a complete truth; he generally preferred his meat roasted, but the evening promised cold air, and a stew was more warming and filling to see them through it.

He relieved his own chocobo of its burden, finally, the tethered claw of the chocobo eater floating eerily on the end of its tether. The bird warked once before stepping neatly over to join the rest, where Aerith stood with the greens. Then Saix made his way over towards their chosen sleeping area making sure to give Lea a brief dig in the shoulder as he passed him. The fire was already deliciously warm and inviting.