Penelo:
They had asked why, if he didn't care about me, he had come rushing in his air-ship to rescue me. I didn't know. I barely knew him. Nevertheless, his handkerchief lay close to my breast, growing warm from the heat of my skin.
Balthier:
Vaan's persuasion skills were weak, and a bit tiresome. Gold and silver are a much faster means to an end then sentimental pleading. The thought of all the wealth that would be flowing in if I had access to all that nethicite was enough to get me on my feet. Just how I would be able to generate that wealth, however, had not quite become a solid plan. It was no matter. I thought best on my feet anyway. Fran was with me, and that was all that mattered. All we had to do was save that girl; Vaan's friend. Penelo. I had wanted that handkerchief back anyway.
Vaan:
I was incredibly grateful for Balthier, and his airship. I would have gotten to Bhujerba another way, but it was immensely easier and faster this way. Nothing would stop me from getting to Penelo. In a world where everything I had had been taken from me, and everything I currently have being stolen from someone else, Penelo was the only thing that remained constant. She would always be with me, and there was no way in hell I would let anyone take her from me. We belonged together, and when she's gone, I feel different, and out of place. There is no one to tease me, or in turn be teased. She is what I lean against when everything else is pushing me down.