Taking his hand carefully, she pried his fingers apart before nestling them underneath a layer of feathers and soft down in Clive's neck. It was easy to feel delicate skin and down at his fingertips, and she kept one hand on the back of his hand to keep him steady. "Can you feel the tendon?" With her other hand, she pushed up the feathers, trying to see a bit for herself.

"This connects to the wing. Nestle your fingers with a handful of feathers and pull firmly--not roughly, mind you, or you'll skin him! You must find a balance between both of them. A firm hold will make this slightly uncomfortable, as if a pebble in a shoe, or a warning. It should stop any chocobo, and it seems to have stopped him."