The Judge finished loading up their things, occassionally swapping a playful glare or a thump or slap with Balthier, always tending to play around with the man. When it was all ready, he headed down towards the group, smiling as he ran his hand through his cropped hair. He noticed Snow's interest in the children.

"We're loaded and ready to move," he murmured, giving Fran a smile, resting his hand on her shoulder as he leaned to look at Nyxx. "He is quite his father's son, isn't he?"