There was someone traversing the roots of the Iifa, Kuja could hear the screams of the few remaining Mistodon fading into the still air of the area. Pity that really, they made rather good perimeter guards and with the Mist gone, it wasn't like he could replace those he was losing now. A short sigh and he left the shadows of the lower roots to head up toward the surface ones to see just whom was coming to pay a visit to this place.
Reaching a decently high root, he allowed himself to rest as he let his gaze rake the horizon before him, regaining lost breath from having moved so quickly to reach this peak while the new arrival was still possibly engaged with the monsters which still hung around the roots. Despite best efforts to keep his thoughts away from just why such a previously simple task was now enough to get him out of breath, he couldn't help dwelling just briefly enough on the issue for his mind to throw its usual excuse/defense up for the reason. It wasn't a sign of that, no, he was just out of shape, lack of energy was just due to the lack of decent food and such...nothing more.
There! Bright amid all of the dull brown of the roots, a shock of pink hair.
Blue-violet eyes studied the figure quietly from this high perch as it dispatched one of the fungal looking monsters which still littered the area, the ease at which the creature was destroyed deciding him to stick with his current decision of staying apart from the world and its inhabitants.
They had no use for him and he none for they, not anymore...and for certain he did not need any of their pity nor did he desire to meet his end at their blades. Turning away from the figure, he headed inward toward Iifa's trunk. It was plenty large enough to lose himself in until the visitor got his fill of the place and departed.