His specialized command vessel approached from nearby, having detached from it’s hidden docking station upon the former Storm King’s carrier to honour Cid’s call for a pick-up. While the crew busied themselves with docking at the balcony, he turned around and returned to the ruined palace interior, both hands clasped behind his back in a professional manner as he inspected Commander Tempest, carried on a makeshift stretcher by Biggs and Wedge. On one hand, he was quite pleased to see her awake and relatively unharmed after his master’s attempt to repair the damage done to her. On the other, it was clear her fighting spirit had taken it’s leave of her, as evidenced by her curling up in on herself and trying in vain to choke back her sobs.