[aster shrugs one-shouldered, at first. his placid expression is overtaken by a frown as ardbert grasps vainly for the logs — but then his frown turns, quite literally, upside-down when ardbert steps into the log pile. a quiet snort of laughter escapes him, but he allows himself a slight smile, nothing more.]

The beds in the Crystarium are a bit softer than I'm used to.

[he can't touch ardbert, either, but aster reaches out and pretends to clap ardbert on the shoulder. his fingers don't quite make contact, of course; it's the gesture that counts.]

I'll be fine, Ardbert. I'll borrow a cart from one of the farmers here.

[another shrug, and he lets his arm drop.]

The wood's for their use, anyhow.