The remark sticks in her head for a moment too long, and Aerith has to stop herself from saying the first ten or so things that spring to mind on the heels of it, glad she's already a little red in the face so he can't see how he's flustered her all over again. After a split second of pause, Aerith purses her lips together, rolling her shoulders in an elusive shrug.

"You see more of me than most people do." To her credit, she doesn't wince, even though she wants to, saying something like that to him. Aerith shakes her head, glad for the talk of the Strahl for a multitude of reasons. "Maybe one day you can draw me a picture of your ship, I'd like to see it." Just when she thinks she can't inadvertently expose herself anymore in this conversation.

Since she doesn't know what's going on here, exactly, she can't tell if Balthier helping her down has made things better or worse. Looking up at him while he's close, she's pretty sure it's better, even if the desire to kiss him while he stands there, and the uncertainty over whether she should feels preposterous, all things considered. Aerith's expression softens, and she reaches up, smoothing out the front of his vest where it's creased, presumably from hanging the trellis, or she's making up excuses to touch him.