[Leaning forward again, she settles her weight against her forearms, carefully cradling his phone in her hold. She remembers Rumpitur being similar. Not just their conversation either. When she starts counting the number of times Balthier has been the catalyst for something she deems remotely familiar, it's startling. Hosting a picture of her on his phone really only solidifies that more.

They know each other from somewhere. Sometime. But where and when? How? Why? A plethora of questions that she just doesn't have the answers to. Maybe that she might even be afraid of hearing, though she isn't sure what to expect.]

I said before that maybe we'd eventually figure it out. Or that we'd remember in time. How long did you know about this picture? Why didn't you say something sooner?

[Maybe he was trying to figure out how to say it. Maybe he thought she'd think he was nuts.]