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After stating her disinterest in the items Noir found, Nyxia turned her attention back at the brand on her left arm. It was a reminder of how she fell into the same trap her father did, the black mark an omen, a harbinger of death and destruction. It didn't matter that she left Oerba. It didn't matter that she tried living a different life. It didn't matter that she was able to, with the help of the people she was with now, destroy a fal'Cie. It didn't matter that she saw it as some sort of payback for what she went through. In the end, she was a fal'Cie's slave. 

She reached down and tore a strip of cloth from what she was wearing. Straightening up, she worked rapidly, wrapping the strip of cloth around her arm, completely concealing the mark. And then with the help of her teeth, she tied a knot on it.

She had just finished tying her arm when she looked up and saw Noir extend the iron bangle to her. She looked at him silently for a few seconds and then without a word, accepted the accessory. She gave him a small nod before she slipped it onto her wrist and followed after the rest of the group. 

Nyxia stayed a couple of steps behind, keeping a watchful eye on their surroundings just in case danger pops out again. But the commotion a small white creature was making made her catch up. A small smile lifted the corners of her lips when she saw the moogle. She was familiar with the creature and have several times encountered them while she wandered Gran Pulse. They were gentle creature that could offer useful help. She wondered though what one was doing here in Cocoon. 

When Noir stepped forward to give the moogle the potion, Nyxia watched him. She would have given the little creature a Kupo nut but sadly, she didn't have any.