"You really think so?" Aerith beams, giving Balthier a wink that suggests she shares his opinion. "There aren't any pirates back home, so I got into selling flowers instead. Don't worry though, I'm figuring out how to make up for it in other ways." Something she's pretty sure he already knows but is obliged to cheekily remind him of, even if it makes her cheeks go slightly pink in the process.

It's almost funny - flirting with him like this after so many things have already happened between them. There shouldn't be that much left to feel out, and yet as she chatters on cheerfully, Aerith can't help but get the sense there's a lot that remains to be turned over and explored when it comes to the progressively complex issue of Balthier.

She casts that line of thinking aside for the time being, far too interested in listening to Balthier talk while he hangs up her future trellis for her. "I bet it's a great ship. The airships in my world were pretty rare, but they always sounded wonderful."

In a smooth, graceful movement she hops up onto the fence by the spot he's working, sitting down and swinging her legs while looking on. "They bloom at night, and I'll be able to smell them from my room."