While he speaks she kneels and starts wrapping a roll of bandages around his middle, covering the area where the throwing stars clipped his sides. Everything Balthier says makes her eyes prick with tears, ashamed of herself all over again for letting her faith in him be damaged by those days isolated in that tiny cell and Piaget's lies.

Llogo. She remembers the man, and the thought of the times she's interacted with him is enough to turn her stomach. It takes focus not to let her rising anger channel itself into wrapping his bandages too tightly, securing them off with a steadying breath before she lets herself speak again.

"I don't care about your reputation," her voice is low but serious, shifting from where she's knelt to meet his eye again. "I wanted him to be wrong, but I was so scared. Scared of where I was going, of how you weren't coming, of what the rest of my life was going to be like without you in it."

As she speaks her voice gets thick with tears and she has to stop herself with another deep breath before she brings her hand up to rest against his injured side carefully, a faint green glow filling the space between them as she starts to heal him.