On the verge of reminding him that he's certainly earned enough points for drawing supplies between the two of them alone, Aerith's train of thought is derailed when Balthier brings his hands to her sides and stops, hesitating with his palms hovering not quite against her.

Arching an eyebrow she glances down at his hands, laughing in surprise when she looks back at his face, eyes widening expectantly. "Um," she lifts her hands, covering his and guiding them to rest on her sides. "Better?" Aerith tries not to sound hopeful when she asks, ignoring the silly little flutter that moves through her chest at the thought that he wanted to touch her. He's touched her lots of times, there's no reason for it.

Disguising her nervousness poorly with another spell of gentle laughter, Aerith sets her hands on his shoulders before rising onto the balls of her feet to resolutely press a kiss to his lips, having no idea why it felt like such a gamble.