"There's nothing like it." A little bit distant, that remark. Balthier hasn't flown in so long. It's like some part of him is slowly dying - gods, it's such a dramatic thought, but he can barely stand it, being trapped like this.

"Knowing boats at least is better than knowing nothing at all, at present." He gives her a smile, charming but not forced; he expresses himself in a subdued way, when he's being genuine, as if he's not used to being anything besides defensively flippant.