When Jack opens the door, he still has spatula in hand and a towel over his shoulder, but he stops to see the other man. For a moment, his expression betrays him – that's no small amount of bandages, which means no small amount of injury, even if Balthier is up and walking around – but he covers it with the smallest genuine smile. That's when the relief sets in. "You made it."

"Come in, come in." He gestures with the spatula, holding the door open with his foot and reaching to Balthier's good shoulder in a sweeping gesture, the kind that could have conceivably ended in a hug if the other man's injuries didn't make that a poor idea (and if Jack wasn't...Jack), but it at least serves to guide him in. "You'll ruin that shirt, you know. What did you do to yourself?"