Kuja watched as pieces were moved around on the board that he was fairly certain, even in his limited knowledge of how this game worked, wasn't legal, but he did nothing in protest. The narrative held his interest, proving his thoughts and the researchers' hypothesis all the more true with each passing moment.

But it didn't make sense. Not all of their worlds and not all of their people were in danger, were they? He hadn't spoken to every one of the Sundered, but it wasn't exactly a worthy conversation starter. "They claim they still have no idea how we actually got here, only by what magic it was done. The most I have seen that same magic do with my own eyes was to bring creature here from other parts of this world."

Far more socially adept than her master, Califleur knew those signs just as well, and also had an idea of what to do about them. Independent of Kuja's orders, she lifted her hefty fluff off the ground and left Kuja's side to go settle beside Noctis's chair in quiet support. Kuja watched her, then ignored her, as was his wont. She wasn't in danger and she knew not to cause trouble, so he let her do as she wanted.