Yeah, Zveran's right there with him.

"I take it- Sorry, bad wording. I mean, I guess summoners just ripped your aeon out without asking?"

Always. Yes. There was never- They just tooktooktook. Everything he was. Everything he is. And it always hurt.

He can feel it, and it's like a punch to the gut. 

"I don't want to do that. You are a surprise, I never expected to find a fayth out here, on his own. I only knew about the ones in the temples. If you don't want to come with me, I won't force you. I wish I knew some spell that could keep you hidden."

It makes him angry at himself, again, that he knows no white magic.

Still more confusion. Because people aren't like that.

"I'm not people. I'm Zveran. None else like me, that I can assure you."

"He is very peculiar. I attempted to rob him and he turned around, having thoroughly beaten me in the fight, and gave me supplies anyway."

...Confused blink.

"And I take peculiar as a very kind compliment, Masque."

To the fayth: "Is there anything I can do to make you safer? What am I saying. You've got an entire lake on fire right next to you."

"It's not- always helped."

"That may be because people are still getting to your fayth, despite the fire. I wonder if there's a way to extend it further."

"It wouldn't work."

"You've tried before?"

"Not much I haven't."

"Maybe you're just not strong enough yet. Is there a way to enhance a fayth's magic? Or maybe we could set up a Cloister of Trials around you..."

"-That doesn't stop people."

"No. No, it doesn't."

Zveran frowns, frustrated. "There must be something. There has to be."

"This place isn't the most defensible," Masque says quietly. Doesn't add that it seems like this fayth was just abandoned out here.

"Yes, but- There has to be something. We can't just leave him here!"

"No. I don't suppose we can."

Zveran thinks for a moment. "...what are the logistics for moving a fayth?"

"Nothing you can manage."

"Try me!"

And the fayth explains - the fayth wasn't lying, it'll take more than the resources Zveran and Masque have available to them.

Maybe not now, but he could rally some people from the temple and- 

No. No, they'll probably expect the fayth to let himself be taken from, like it's an honour. 

Zveran makes a noise out of frustration.

"That," Masque agrees. Pauses. "The Al Bhed? They'd protect him?"