[Even if a veritable host of birds remains beside him, it's a visible relief that one disappears from his shoulder, at least. He follows Tooru's lead and holds a ball up, shifting from creature to creature before finally, the ringleader seems annoyed enough to peck at his hands. Aymeric retreats for the time being, scowling for the briefest of moments before smoothing his expression back out.]

At least we can be grateful that there have been no threats from our surroundings thus far.

[In the distance, three large god birds begin to run and/or fly just that much faster.]

I thank you for your assistance. And I hope that she will not be too much trouble in the future.