"You are," she said softly, burying her face against him. "You're a Turk, and ... it means a lot of things to you, and ... I don't always like what it means, but it's you. Yeah?"

She pulled back, slightly, to look up at him, as if trying to figure something out. Still unsure about it, she shook her head and started tugging him back towards the water.

Not that she didn't like nuzzling the chocobos, but the waist-deep water seemed better for deep conversations, and she kind of needed to have one, with him.