Fran suggested hammocks. In the Wood, the breeze swayed Viera pods to sleep and neither Fran nor Balthier could spare the horizon their eyes, the helm their hand. The Strahl's motion could provide that parental touch.
Balthier destroyed multiple melons resolving a hammock's flaws, satisfying himself that Fran's suggestion would perform. Even should the Strahl invert, all collisions proved prevented.
'Penelo hated my sketches.' He stood too close to Fran; he did not look at the chubby hand reaching over the bare shoulder for his spectacles' shine.
'Penelo does not fly.'
One infant per construct, Fran bound their twins in cages crafted for the sky.
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