A small smile settled on his face at the sight of the boy looking a little better than he had been. Of course, he didn't look in top form yet. Draping the third blanket about the boy, Balthier grasped his shoulder firmly.

"Good to see you, Vaan." Of course, there was Jote, right there, actually being nice to a Hume. Had Hell frozen over?

Nodding politely to her, he kept his smile pleasant. "Jote. A pleasure as always."