They're just birds. It'll be fine.

[She said as she moved toward the frightened Chocobo, carefully unhitching it from the wagon so she could lead it closer to where Mary was. Truth was she was just antsy enough in this fog that she was going to attempt it one way or the other-- and she didn't know how to ride at all.]

We'll get outta here, Mary. [She said, trying to sound reassuring.] I'll get you back to your place before anything gets us.