Noah chuckled as he stood up to follow Balthier. "I fear you underestimate my brother's capacity to remain stubborn on the finer points of what actually qualifies as theft." Like, say, picking up fallen apples from another's orchard or taking treasures belonging to those long-past. "And if he feels so strongly, I doubt that he'll remember how to have any fun at all." It is a playful jibe, made all the clearer by the wide smile and soft expression on Noah's face.

His smile stretches a bit farther with a slight tightness as he pulls a muscle that is not quite healed, yet, a subtle reminder that he needs to take care. He covers it quickly and ignore the tinge without too kuh trouble. One hint of pain and Basch would be like a stick in the mud to make sure he is completely healed.

When they return to the ship, Noah plans to consider stripping his heavy armour and leaving it behind, as to lessen the strain of the weight on his weary body.