Fran rolled her eyes at Balthier's attitude. She loved the man dearly, but there were times when he simply drove her crazy, and not in the good ways. Would it hurt him to play nice for a short time, really? Couldn't he simply play at being nice for the sake of one journey?

She rested the flat of her palm against Al-Cid's arm lightly, giving him a nod. "Come. I shall show you to the bathroom." She looked him over, leaning to wipe a smudge of ash from his cheek. "Are you injured at all? My magicks are limited here... but I could fix you..."