Likewise, Basch also felt weary. The past several days had been a whirlwind of confusion and conflicting emotions, especially after that night spent with Balthier. There were so many things he wanted to feel, and yet he couldn't settle on one. Excitement? Fear? Trepidation? Though he wasn't in Ivalice any longer, that remained the least of his worries with everyone he thought dead or lost now very much alive.

He was perched on the edge of the mattress, his head cradled in his hands. Slowly, the blond exhaled a heavy sigh, opening those tired eyes to gaze upon the hardwood floor. This room was so depressing. Any longer in here, and he would think himself to death.

Basch stood, feeling stiff, and made his way to the door, quietly shutting it behind him upon exiting. The corridor smelled much less stuffy, and he took in a breath, heading for the entrance doors to the inn for some much-needed fresh air.

And when he spotted his brother, he slowed to a stop, face blank with surprise.