[ Basch holds his gaze through the changes. Through the touch, too, though with how ready for action now a part of him is, that is warmth and the tingle of thunder both. He holds it for a moment more, while his hand moves to wrap around the bottle still balanced on his knee, ready to place it on the floor, out of the way.
Ever so slowly, he lowers his eyelids. Not all the way, but just a little. His own mind is churning, churning with questions, but he is far too aware how firmly Balthier's masks stay in place, and so how deeply they have dug, for him to allow that much to slip through. So if this is what Balthier wants to do, to recover from the pressure, Basch could...
Welcome it.
But only if Balthier is sure. ]
It would hardly be the first time.
[ Quietly. A reassurance and a question both. Besides, it really has been a long time since anyone has considered his character upstanding, as Basch or Gabranth. But that's. Not the point. ]
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Ever so slowly, he lowers his eyelids. Not all the way, but just a little. His own mind is churning, churning with questions, but he is far too aware how firmly Balthier's masks stay in place, and so how deeply they have dug, for him to allow that much to slip through. So if this is what Balthier wants to do, to recover from the pressure, Basch could...
Welcome it.
But only if Balthier is sure. ]
It would hardly be the first time.
[ Quietly. A reassurance and a question both. Besides, it really has been a long time since anyone has considered his character upstanding, as Basch or Gabranth. But that's. Not the point. ]