Lloyd follows the motion of the kid's hand, catching sight of the spirit as he does so. Surprise of a different sort flickers across his face. "That's a spirit?" he asks. "I thought those were just, you know, normal creatures. Or, well, normal for this place." Because that's not a normal creature he's ever seen, but he's found in traveling that different places often have different things living in them.

Eyeing the fuzzball now, he flounders for a moment at the suggestion to talk. What do you even say to a Summon Spirit when you're not trying to make a pact with it to help save the world? "Er... hi?"

In response, the fuzzball changes directions, circling above his head. It makes a noise like a soft, soft chitter. Lloyd blinks.

"I don't understand what it said."