These thinner, bouncier branches are making Balthier a little queasy. He prefers the skies, thanks, and he’s glad for the spell keeping his grip. Still, newness is good for him, and something stirs at having this experience that’s so unfamiliar.

“And do you know the weight of many men?” He shoots back. It’s light, but he amends, “I only tease. I know I haven’t been eating well.”