[ At least with both birds on the ground, they seem to be settling; they're still snorting through their beaks, trying to whistle and squawk, but they're not flapping around or trying to lunge anymore, so that's probably an improvement. She eases her arm from around the chocobo's neck, still maintaining the other around its beak so it doesn't struggle away all over again.
She looks over at Spike with an unimpressed glower. ]
We're not killing them. From what I've seen, they are not livestock, but mounts.
[ Some are still wearing saddles or have set about trying to get the saddles off in the middle of the mayhem. She can only assume that means they're fairly valuable, all things considered. ]
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She looks over at Spike with an unimpressed glower. ]
We're not killing them. From what I've seen, they are not livestock, but mounts.
[ Some are still wearing saddles or have set about trying to get the saddles off in the middle of the mayhem. She can only assume that means they're fairly valuable, all things considered. ]