[Kuja is interested in this scene. The woman, the bird. Like a bird himself, he can fly, and as the black bird takes flight he lands lightly behind her, not far from where she's standing.

She's very tall--taller than he is, and he's considered tall in his world. An interesting woman.]

An envious little bird, I see. [He nods toward where the black bird has gone.] Perhaps because you're far finer and fairer and fiercer. A silver falcon rather than a dark raven.