[Noel takes a quiet breath as he finally returns to stroking the chocobo's feathers. When he'd asked about weather well... it hadn't been the thing he'd expected to hear. Still, to hear about how hard the natives fought... he couldn't exactly blame them. But he'd never say that to someone who had been there.]

I kind of understand what you mean about being tired of falling from the sky. [He pauses, shifting as his hand trails down the back of the chocobo's neck--or at least what he can reach. Something Hope had said caught his attention.]

... you went back home, in the middle of that? [He doesn't believe it was by choice really... but it does pique his interest.]