Oh, this is bad. This is so bad. She never should have let him come with. On her own, maybe she could have gotten far enough that she could have convinced anyone who found out to just let her die for Spira instead of just plain dying. But now? He's going to tell, and of course anyone would believe the son of a Maester over an Al Bhed who'd tricked her way into bonding with a single Aeon, and--

"Keep your voice down," she hisses, unnecessarily, her voice pleading. "It's none of your business, okay? I just-- I have to do this. Even if I'm an Al Bhed." There's determination in her eyes past the panic as she meets his gaze. Distantly she registers that his eyes are different colors, but doesn't think about it past that, too caught up in the adrenaline rush of both I just almost got washed out to sea and I'm going to fucking die.