His hand finds his chest once more, fingers gently curling against newly unblemished skin. How strange it is to the touch, even with the barrier of leather.

"Do you feel him still within you? Bahamut? The Phoenix within me is naught but a dying ember, barely lit. I figure it is simply due to the fact I gave Clive my full blessing but I wanted to be certain something else isn't at play."

It's been bugging him since he awoke, among other things, to not feel the firebird nestled so firmly in his breast.