She doesn't look happy, exactly, but she still walks to him when he extends a hand, halting beside him and tilting her bag of fried dough in his direction, wordlessly inviting him to have one.

"I didn't know if she was one of those lovers that old person at the shops said you had," Aerith finally says, still frowning at him. "I thought leaving was better than finding out, that's all."

Balthier hadn't asked for an explanation but Aerith's pride made her feel compelled anyway.