The tension that keeps his limbs tight, and his form rigid when she hugs him against her is more than enough to fan the flames of her anger. She knows how unfair this place can be, has taken the brunt of it herself after something that wasn't technically her fault condemned her to deal with a misconduct, but seeing him like this feels somehow worse than the two days of solitary.

She keeps her arms around him, shaking her head when he tries to dismiss her aid. "We're going to stand like this, nobody can see anything." Surrounded by collared prisoners and those taking advantage of their predicament isn't the best place to do this, but if it means getting him out of here and to somewhere that at least feels safer, she's going to do everything she can to make sure that he's okay.

"We'll just use our hands, and block everything with my skirt." Not for the first time, Aerith's thankful for the return of her clothes. The longer skirt on her pink dress is far better suited for concealing them, and given the circumstances she needs that as much as he seems to.

She frees a hand to touch his cheek, guiding him to look at her.

"It's okay, Balthier, I'm here. Keep your eyes on me, and I'll keep mine on you, nothing else is happening but us." Is she reassuring him, or herself? It's hard to say exactly, but it's clear she means every word, determined to see him out of this.