[ Carbuncle gives the proffered hand an unnecessary sniff before rubbing its face against the man's fingers. The sensation (distant and detached, it is no less her aether) is still a surprise, despite having grown accustomed to Carbuncle giving affection over the past year.

While she maintains her composure throughout Carbuncle's actions, Gaius' words strike her unexpectedly deeply. Her eyes begin to water, but before any tears have the chance to fall she turns to her bag, surreptitiously wiping them away as she pulls out a sheathed dagger. ]

I am the Warrior of Light, Gaius. Are you honestly surprised I would be involved in this mess?

[ She holds out the blade for him in offering. ]

A 'welcoming gift'... Not that there is anything here that would necessitate its use, of course.