Until The Madness Ends

Balthier was seemingly unfazed by Artorias' reaction. There was a bit of sadness in his own heart but more so because of the history he had with his mother rather than her death. His attention softly snapped back as if he was lost in some kind of thought. Maybe he was, but none that was reachable. His gaze moving back to the Aegis, "Oh, uh, it's fine really." He gave a quick nervous chuckle from the subject he supposed. He got a little deeper than was really comfortable for him around others, around anyone really. He liked to hold up a strong front and maybe he still was. But either way he still had some time to grow and get to know Artorias and the rest of The Hallows obviously.

"No, she lived here with the pack. I was born and raised in Abaven. She was supposed to move in with us but it never happened." He spoke very calmly, nonchalantly. He knew it wasn't necessarily the normal life, he wasn't entirely happy with it himself. But he had grown around his feelings surrounding Aranea. Feeling so cold to the thought of her, to the idea of their whole life back in Abaven, that was normal for him. He'd want to act like it wasn't that big of a deal because these days it wasn't. He'd go to step forward more towards the castle so he could get settled in and get out of the Aegis' hair for now. He wouldn't dismiss himself though, he wouldn't tell Artorias to leave. But maybe he could read the way he moved as if he wanted to be done with the conversation. Not harshly of course, but the subtle clues may have been there. He didn't show it purposely.

"Balthier"