[ As difficult as it might be to walk away from a wounded animal that's wailing with loneliness, Ardbert can see that the baby is in good hands. This may only be his second time interacting with Diluc, but he's already proved that he's taking this situation quite seriously. With both of them working together, maybe the little dinosaur might yet have a chance.

Foraging is something Ardbert's done enough times that it doesn't take him long to find materials in the wild that he can use to set the pterodactyl's wing. It does take time, however, and so he isn't entirely surprised that when he returns, Diluc's in the midst of feeding the baby some fish — save for the whole spearfishing aspect of it.

So, yes. Color him impressed. ]

That's the sort of thing you remember, is it? [ It's meant as a quick tease as he falls to a crouch at the shoreline and begins to unburden the materials he'd been carrying, along with emptying more out of his pockets. Bits of cloth, sturdy sticks, and the like. ] The name's Ardbert. Diluc, wasn't it?

[ His memory for this sort of thing appears to be a bit better. He casts a glance over at the bundle, which seems to be wriggling more now. ] It's good that she's eating. Once she's calmed down some I'll see what I can do about that wing, though you may need to keep her secure as I do it.