Rabastan gave him a wide grin, getting comfortable beside him. With that matter settled, he seemed content once more. The fear that had been haunting him was gone.

"You're such a good brother, Squall. Maybe they were just playing a game with me. They shouldn't do things like that. It isn't very nice."

Bast's eyes narrowed as he grew still and quiet. Were one looking at his face now, gone was the cute and bouncing man of a few moments earlier. His eyes were calculating and cold then, the sharp lines of his face making for an unlovely, tight-lipped look that promised someone pain.

"Not very nice at all," he said quietly, even his voice having dropped some.

Blinking, he yawned and rubbed his eyes fitfully. Leaning over, he rested his head against Squall's shoulder contentedly.

"I'm glad I found you. What are all these people talking about that this place is horrible? I like it here. There's food and sunshine. I heard they even do arts and crafts sometimes. Not sure what that is, but it sounds fun."