"Oh!" Bastien says, heading out with a grateful little semi-bow for the door opening, with tarte in one hand and the package he needs to deliver ashore in the other. "That's wonderful. I think I knew the two of you were friends, but I suppose I did not realize how close."

It's not the flat that makes him say so. Bastien's never called her Lexie in his life, not even when they were younger. Though Athessa calls her Lexie as well—so maybe that's just Bastien, being Orlesian about it.