Moment of seriousness instead of silly things, maybe? It doesn't last long.
Feel better, Luci friend.
"You know," Zack murmured absently, studying the mako fountain they'd stumbled across inside one of the caves. "I just realized-other dragons can't talk, and they're certainly not so... friendly? Most of 'em are mako mad, even. Like, most of the wildlife here is dangerous, and then there's just... you."
Cloud looked almost offended for a moment, before his rolled his huge shoulders in a shrug, response to the unasked questions flitting between them. "I think I was like the others once? I can't remember. One day I was just me, and that's all." {Burning, fire in his veins; not the normal dragon fire, strange man in a white coat. Face glints-} He had no interest in remembering how or why he was different from other dragons; it was the now that interested him more.
"It's a mako fountain though, right? Humans get materia from these sometimes, Tifa said. Are there any pretty ones in there? I want them if there are, and maybe one for Tifa." He inched closer, poking his snout at the underside of the formation carefully to avoid getting any on himself. "Come on Zack, check it out for me!"
Zack let the topic go, snorting softly and giving Cloud a soft shove to get him out of the way. Princess duty called, as usual.