In spite of how small Aerith the genie is in comparison to the massive knight, he somehow finds the need to stand his ground against her initial glare. But at least she smiles, even though his helm briefly wanders around where her legs should be amidst the smoke.

After a brief feeling of translocation sickness, he's back in the city. Although in the middle of a marketplace with people staring baffled at the renowned knight that appeared from thin air.

"Good."

... And nonchalantly, he walks as if nothing had happened, nodding Aerith to follow her. And everyone staring baffled at what had just happened.

"Let's find a tavern first."