[ Whelp, there goes any semblance of her taking this man seriously at all. Merisia scowls, ruby-red eyes narrowing as she jabs an accusatory finger at Zaveid. ]

Don't call me "sweetie", you heartless casanova. If you want to humor me that badly, then find a way out of here before I use you as a battering ram.

[ Normally Carbuncle would be happy to see Zaveid, especially considering he got along with him last time he was in Verens and it's been a while since he's seen his friend, but right now he's aimed at the...whatever that creature is, and he's hissing loudly. The familiar's glowing form is enough to make him visible enough in the dark, but sadly not bright enough to act as a proper source of light. His perch on Merisia's shoulder does enough to illuminate her grumpy visage, though. ]