Forgetting herself, she shoots one genuinely panicked look in Fran's direction after hearing Balthier bid them farewell before taking a step backward, working to get control of her expression and grateful Basch isn't looking at her when he gets back to his feet.

"Don't be foolish," she sputters, squaring her shoulders.

"Do you expect me to walk home behind you and pretend we aren't acquainted?" It would be no more ridiculous than those messages that brought her here in the first place - out of concern for his well-being rather than the blindsided curiosity still coursing through her, of course. Shaking her head, Ashe returns to Basch's side and looks up at him resting the urge to lean in and duck her head in an effort to catch his eye and make him look at her.

She tells herself it doesn't matter if he looks at her right now, and thus refrains.

"Shall we?" Ashe inclines her head toward the door while trying to figure out how fit he is to navigate on his own.