"Thanks, you guys," she smiled sheepishly. As embarrassed as she was, she was also incredibly happy and vastly relieved. Despite being a bard, she couldn't even begin to put her feelings into words. So she didn't.

Some of her joy spilled out in a nervous little laugh at Duster's offer. "Actually, he might like that. It's grown pretty dusty in the last couple of years since I left. There's a lot of cleaning to do."

She ushered everyone quietly around the edge of the house. Rather than using the front door, she led everyone to an open window on the side, where they would be less visible if there were any guards on patrol.

Once inside, they'd find a big brute of a man, and one that Ramza would clearly recognize from the play they'd held when Narasimha had teleported everyone to the southern continent. He looked far less kingly here, just tired.

And exasperated at the sight of his daughter and her friends tumbling through his window.

"Do you know how many times I've had to clean your fingerprints off of that glass?" he grumbled, folding his arms and shaking his head. "Some things just never change. Come on in." He offered a big hand to help the others clamber through. "There's some bread and cheese in the kitchen. It's not hot, but it's filling enough, I suppose."