"[It's nice putting a face to the name]," Brother says quietly.

"[Indeed,]" Cid agrees, reaching over to squeeze Brother's shoulder. "[Our family will be together again soon enough.]"

Then he turns back to Wakka, Rikku and Hasira. "[As for you three, bed, bed.]"

Rikku, settled from seeing her friends alive and well, is now looking just as exhausted as when they found her. "Muurrr," she says, intelligently.

"Come here, squirt, I'll carry you. Got a nice rest myself till your sister found me." He picks Rikku up easily. 

"Thank you, sir, ma'am, for rescuing me too. I know you didn't have to."

Hasira snorts.

"You really think Rikku would've let us leave you there?" Cid asks. "If you think that, you've missed how stubborn my children are."

"We learned from you."

"M'not stubborn," Rikku says, stubbornly. And tiredly.

"Nevertheless, I owe you my life. That's a debt I intend to keep, though for now, thank you."

Cid waves him off, a little embarrassed himself now, "Go on, get, 'fore you make me blush. You all need a proper rest, in a proper bed."

Hasira waves vaguely over her shoulder as she leave the bridge.

"That way," Rikky says, flopping an arm to direct Wakka.

Wakka follows her tired-drunk directions, leaving the bridge.

"[Okay, Brother,]" Cid says, squeezing his son's shoulder again. "[Take us to Zanarkand.]"