"I'm not sick, well. Just homesick," he took Aza's hand off his brow to clasp them both between his own hands. "Everything tastes awful, Aza. Even in the midst of war, the worst of the rations we made from salted eft were at least familiar. How can you stand to eat so much strange food all the time?"

Aymeric felt just silly, really. But he was bored whenever Aza left and not adjusting that well.

"Everyone stares at me, too. I'm the only Elezen for malms around!" He let out a sigh. "'Tis not worth all the agitation. I simply wish I could have prepared a bit better. I should look on the bright side. The weather is nice. You are here..." He quickly ran out of high points.

"Tell me that you will be taking me somewhere fun."