I see no reason why not. After all, I’ve heard of our peers keeping other animals: mounts, for the most part. Horses [And here, unbeknownst to him, he makes a face: the predominant mount not being a chocobo. So weird.] and beasts of that ilk.

[But he should get back to work, and thus he turns from Paracelsus and the pomeranian to pick through the pine and branches strewing the forest floor, shifting it with the butt of his spear in the hopes of turning up something that might be relevant to them. So far, not very, aside from that little scrap of leather and metal which implies that there might be a piece of luggage not very far from where they were blown wide open.]

We might have to, you realize, if we cannot find her owner.