Oh sweet heavens, is she-- is she bowing to him? In the true Martelite way, too! Oh dear, okay-- this is a lot. Like, enough for Zelos to start laughing, actually, an unsure and high-pitched sound that carries his confused discomfort.
"Ah, I'm not the Minister?" he says, waving his hands in front of himself to get her to stop doing that bowing thing. Corrine is curiously looking their way now, too. "That'd be my mother, Mylene Wilder. You know, the woman who offered to take you in earlier? She's kind of a big deal?"
But... how could a summoner not know about the Minister...? Or maybe Sheena just... didn't know what she looked like, or something. No no, that's not quite right. Mylene's always been kind of uppity about how she's perceived within the church, sure, but she also holds onto her prestige with an iron fist, so...
Probably not. He's probably in Zanarkand playing Blitzball or water baseball
"Ah, I'm not the Minister?" he says, waving his hands in front of himself to get her to stop doing that bowing thing. Corrine is curiously looking their way now, too. "That'd be my mother, Mylene Wilder. You know, the woman who offered to take you in earlier? She's kind of a big deal?"
But... how could a summoner not know about the Minister...? Or maybe Sheena just... didn't know what she looked like, or something. No no, that's not quite right. Mylene's always been kind of uppity about how she's perceived within the church, sure, but she also holds onto her prestige with an iron fist, so...
What the hell.