Suddenly had to do more on my own without the support of an entire army. Imagine.

[Cid tries to discern what it is Clive’s flapping about, the. Realizes he probably has one as well. He shakes the box lid loose to look at the body suit.]

I am an old man. [But he doesn’t want to talk about his pain.]

Nothing for a healer to heal. Anyway, no need to ruin my perfectly good excuse for a mid-morning drink.

[Cid finishes undressing as he paws through the pieces to find the under most part. It’s gotta be the stockings. He bunches them up and steps into them almost gracelessly. ]

… And anyway, I met a fellow. Very knowledgeable. Works at the hospital. Real prick, knows his stuff. I’ll introduce you.

[He looks at Clive’s garment. ] Well, put it on and find out. We can always take it back. Or maybe you’ll get paid more if it shows more off, eh?