“And it isn’t Ffamran,” he says before she gets the chance to swing at him. He rubs his cheek, remembering the sting of Viruna’s backhands. How lovely to know that some things never change.
“What do you mean it isn’t Ffamran?”
“My name. It’s Balthier.”
I love this; shades of a stubborn child and exasperated care-taker. So fitting.