The discolored string goes into her pocket and Fitcher's smile goes coy and coquettish, so clearly a ploy that it becomes a joke all on its own. "Lets not discuss money; it's so crass. Are you enjoying your new position, serah?"

There's a heavy FHWUMP as the elder griffon finally deigns to drops from the rafters of the eyrie. It shakes itself off, all dust and floating feather down.