There’s something about Tidus’s energy that strikes a quiet chord with Rezo, like it’s reminding him of something that he can’t quite place. Maybe it’s just the various younger people he’s worked with before. He’s known mercenaries and sorcerers in their adolescences and their twenties with similar temperaments.

At any rate, that’s not important. The two of them have a mission to discuss the logistics of.

“...I believe sheep can move at a variety of speeds,” Rezo says, uncertainly. He’s not unfamiliar with animals per se, but they’ve never been his primary responsibility. “They’re fast sprinters.”

If they need someone to go slow, Rezo at least is inclined that way. Rezo’s natural walking pace is fairly sedate, albeit tempered by the fact he’s a tall enough person that his steps are slightly longer than average.