Of course, his question in response to hers drew her gaze back down to how well the new clothes fit him, but Ashe was not to be distracted for more than a second or two. By his appearance, in any case, because saying that she should change made her look at her own attire. She had to clamp down on her instinct to ask what was wrong with her clothing, because she still needed to know where they were, how they'd gotten there, and how she was supposed to get back to Rabanastre. All the treaties had been signed by all parties, but peace was still a bit tenuous along the borders, and parts of the country were still in need of repairs.
And then there was her official coronation to arrange, and likely more marriage proposals to turn down; apparently newfound peace was the perfect time to ask a new monarch for a political union, and Ashe was nowhere near ready to even consider such a thing.
"Where are we, Balthier?" she asked again, drawing a chunk of wayward hair behind her ear. "How did we get here?" Where have you been? burned in her mind, but she didn't ask it aloud. He must have had a reason for staying away, even from the Strahl. Of course, there were some who said the pair of sky pirates must have perished inside the Bahamut when it crashed just outside the city, but their bodies were never found, and Ashe had refused to believe that Balthier and Fran were gone until there was proof. Well, here was her proof that her faith hadn't simply been stubborn denial.
Nevermind any of that. It wasn't important. "I need to get back to Rabanastre."