Can't Get You Outta My Mind

If it wasn't for how winded and tired she was from what they had done together she might have picked up on his forced expressions sooner, she might have noticed the sudden change in things sooner, she might have noticed how he wasn't holding her as tightly any more. As it was, she was too caught up in her own overwhelming, adoring emotions to notice right away and for a while she was able to simply lay there with her head on his chest, listening to his heart beat and letting herself recover. She was silently thinking to herself how she didn't know how she would have made this moment any better, about how at peace she was in Balthier's arms, how any bit of discomfort she might have felt through the whole thing had been worth it and that surely it would only get better the more used to it she became. She was oblivious to how Balthier was feeling—at least until she looked up at his face.

After a little bit she had an urge to look into his eyes again, wanting to tell him how much she liked his eyes since it crossed her mind that she had never told him that before, and she lifted her head from his chest to look up at him with a floaty smile on her lips. However, that smile quickly faded when she caught the tenseness in his expression, the uneasiness in his gaze. Maybe he was trying to hide it, but she knew him inside and out. They had spent so much time together that she could read him better than anyone so even the slightest change in his expression was noticeable to her. The thing that hit her hardest though was the fact that it was in such stark contrast to how he was looking at her before be took her. Her ears flicked back and her chest squeezed with some emotion she couldn't quite place. "Is... Is everything okay?" she asked softly with a little frown, one of her small paws lifting to brush his cheek.

"Azzurra"