Lea was seated a little closer to the fire than some people would be. He wasn't as near as Aerith, who they did try and keep away from the outside, but he was closer than Saix and Fang, who seemed okay with the nightly chill so long as they had a fire in the vicinity to take the edge off.

He disliked the cold nights, disliked cold. He knew he probably went a little overboard on the fire, but he didn't care. Bigger was better when it came to the two-for-one benefit of warmth and a monster deterrent.

He listened to Aerith and Fang speak, looking around the bonfire at them. It wouldn't be too unusual if Fang hadn't visited Rabanastre. He doubted that the vast majority of the population of Spira had, but it wasn't that point that made her seem a little off, or at least not that alone.