[Ven's remaining hopeful, but he was always the more optimistic of the two. It helps that he's got Pluto in his back pocket for weird info, whenever she pops up. All they need is Aqua back. And Ven laughs at the question.]

Like bigger-than-you big. As big as a glider, probably. But for now, she's portable.

[Indeed, the chicobo chirps a couple of times, pushing herself out of Ven's hands to circle his head twice, then coming to rest on top of his head. Apparently this is the norm, because he doesn't even blink and tries to move his head as little as possible as she nestles into his spikes.]

Do you think you're gonna stay here, Terra? [He can't keep the hope from his voice at that.]