By now, it didn't much matter if Ceodore was in a hurry or not. He and his temporary charge were both soaked through. The only way he would have insisted on hurry would be to put her in a place of safety if that monster came any closer to them.

Remembering his manners, he held out his arm for the young lady to take. His hereditary title might not matter anymore, and certainly not in Ivalice, but that didn't exempt him from behaving himself accordingly.

He was desperately curious about the place this young lady came from though. The prince has never had much of a filter on what he said anyway, and out popped a question before he could remember that he should perhaps not pry.

"What's it like where you're from? And why aren't there many people?