"Sounds pretty - I'm guessing, like Noah, you're the sort of commander who looks over what happens afterwards and can't quite let go of the what ifs easily? That's not easy." Balthier makes a face and pats near Steve's knee. "And I'm repeating myself. He walked off with my siblings. I'd read the tea leaves and say it was abandonment fears or something."
Balthier shakes his head. "You wanted to talk? It looks like the crowds are mostly at the concert, so we've got the time and space."