[ Ah, he understands some of that, and huffs a gentle laugh as he looks around to find the brush to pick it up, glancing towards the horse, then Kiera, then the horse again to lift it. ]

May I?

[ Ambrosia doesn't seem to like that idea that Kiera was injured as a chick, lifting her head a little to begin preening Kiera's hair in turn. Clive glances over, amused. ]

She's saying some choice things about your herd for not protecting you well enough. Careful, or she might sit on you.

[ How those tiny little Chocobo chicks survive is unknown to him when she plops on them. ]