Never Let It Go

Balthier had enjoyed his time outside Abaven. He usually did. He may have been surrounded by family here in Abaven, but he sure didn't feel like it. Had it been his own fault? Was he not trying to get out enough? Maybe he would never find out. But even with how estranged he felt to most of the Destructions, he did have more family than most others did. He had his father and siblings, he had Poem and her family. But somehow, he never felt like he was enough. What could he amount to? He really didn't know his place in the world yet, and he didn't see himself as high and mighty. It wasn't in his nature.

After the Ashen tournament, he had returned to Abaven, tired from the travel but also tired from the events. He had never battled before, but he thought it was a good step for his vision of protecting his family. And he wasn't wrong, he learned a lot. He couldn't deny the pain of the fights, but it was a small price to pay.

When the den came to view, he was surprised to see his sister laying outside. He hadn't remembered a time that he had seen her outside of the den. He felt a small worry seeing her there, but of course he couldn't help the small smile that came across his face. When he approached her, he went to put his forehead to hers, his eyes closing a brief moment before pulling away, "You seem to be feeling better." He tried to hide the bit of worry behind him. What if her coming outside her safe room in the den actually made her worse? But he didn't want to spoil her moment.

"Balthier"