The whole thing really was weird, and felt both like a reassurance and that somewhere he'd failed to be quite strong enough to hold out. Cloud tried to not think about the implications so much, but he was Cloud Strife so of course he did.

Right now, though, he was mostly thinking about the possibility that he might actually be able to ride something and not get motion sick. Or at least have it mitigated...

And then Cloud was staring into that huge and very ugly plush chocobo as it was pushed at him and he grabbed it reflexively, giving it a small frown. It was so ugly... Well, at least he wasn't the one who'd get stuck with it.

"Yeah," he said softly, drawn back into an anticipatory little smile, "he... um, your Cloud suggested that too." It was kind of funny both his older self and Tifa had suggested it, but that just seemed to cement the possibility that it might work.

"Oh... flavoured ice? Please." Cloud swayed on his feet, then had to stop, because while the huge plush wasn't really heavy, it was unwieldy.