[...There's probably more space apart on a ship than there is a flat. It doesn't sound so crazy when he's explaining that Fran might very well appreciate having her own space. His voice rumbles up against her temple and she draws in a long breath, holding it for just a few moments more before she releases it.

...She wonders... if they've talked about her. Maybe. Probably. But what has Balthier said? She can only guess. Fran is someone with whom he can truly be himself. It is very likely that he's decently honest with her. In his way, he suspects.]

What makes you think you wouldn't have issues living here with me? I'm sure you'd want your own space. The house isn't that big.

[Generous, yes. Big for one person and a kitten, yes. But he has his schematics for his airship. He will need space... She wants to give him that space.]

I want you here if that's what you want, but I'm not going to force it either. I don't want you doing it because you feel sorry for me.