"All the ideas you have about how to please me is one of my favorite things about you," among others - something she realizes as she says it.

The night has ended so much better than it began that it almost pains her to even so much as elude to what happened before they came here. As soft and beautiful as Balthier's made everything feel, there's still a nagging concern darkening the corners of her otherwise dazed and content thoughts. It makes her duck her head down, resting it against his chest as the hand tracing along his skin moves down to rest against his heart, eyes ticking upward to peer at him from this angle.

"Balthier, are you really okay?"