Cid's hands fold across his chest. It's not quite a defensive gesture, but it's a familiar one. The sort of pose he often took on when he was determined to prove a point. "The looks you give Hythlodaeus tell me it's possible." It's pointed, but that's all that can be gleaned by his tone.

There's no sign he's tempted to make a big deal out of it, or use the information to tease Emet-Selch, just Cid's typical engineer mindset. "Why are you so adverse to the idea? Unless you gain something I'm unaware of by offering comfort to those in mourning."

Cid included, of course.