punk flophouse

Balthier had been recovering from his battle at the tournament. He didn't get too injured but he had also been out training. He found out that he needed more intense training after his hunt with Corvus. He had just felt out of shape with running or that he had never really done it before.

So today he was out on a run around Abaven, slow at first while he was building his muscles and getting used to the burn in them and his breath. He couldn't say he really enjoyed it, but knowing that he would be able to protect his family maybe in a few seasons helped him push through it.

He started to move back to the den for a break when he came across the form of his brother who he felt like he hadn't really had much time together with here lately. Balthier had really felt like he was on his own to some extent. Azzurra had been sick, Solo and Psalm had tended to stick to themselves more so after Aranea had left them. But he felt like things were starting to get better.

He approached Solo, looking down at what he was doing before resting facing him. "I was just coming back from a run. Wanted to rest a little bit." He offered a smile to his brother, his gaze averting from the tools he had and back up to his features. "Are you making something?"

"Balthier"